His head was covered in a blinding array of colors and the force of the scythe against Excalibur lessened. I balled a fist of fire and punched him in the stomach, making sure to duck as the scythe blade went with Death. When he staggered backwards, I followed up with another arc of aetheric magic. This pushed him back further, closer towards the line where everyone was at the edge of the zone. Renewed strength and hope filled me as I saw all the faces watch with trepidation. I saw my grimoire trying to slam its way through the edge, but the nature of the zone was keeping it out. A small order stopped it in its tracks.