Meeting the Maker

OOC: Danny, here's a suggestion- use those FMJ bullets.

"Oh what, you also want control of this body? You should've just asked!" the faces cackled with glee as the real hand cracked sickeningly against the spell. James' muscles were already strained, but the spirit induced leap above the pit of lava was enough to tear them. But the spirits made quick work of the mending. They coursed through his veins, his blood melding with the material of the arm. The energy the combination provided did not matter much to the deranged spirits. Their hunger and blood lust for Ne'os was enough to feed their motions. The boy was once against in melee range of Ne'os, this time reaching to grab his wand hand.

"You've gotta be kidding us, Reaper."
"You must be blind. This annoying brat couldn't manage half of this crap on his own."
"Frankly, he was the only thing holding us in. Better tell your own monster to clamp his trap shut before we take him out."
"Hey, here's a thought- since the vampy-thingy-mabober put the kid into his coma, shouldn't we working on the others? I mean, if we take him out then James wakes up, and we're back as a arm."
The other faces were silent for once. Had the cheesecake face FINALLY made sense?
Um... Lawrence? I know this is a breakthrough for you, but, um, you're a bit late to the party..."

Ne'OS jerked the elder wand back and placed it safely in his robes as he let go of the handle of his wand the spell On James wore off Ne'OS hoped he would gain control Ne'OS flew back to solid ground away from James.

James was engulfed in white light. Almost instantaneously, but he couldn't see at the end. Had he died? Then voices began to echo through his ears. What had happened to him? He fought to see. He head groans and moans. Within his mind, pain, inexplicable, unimaginable pain began to ebb at his consciousness. But then floods of memories woke him up. THEIR memories. What had happened? What could have happened? Had he finally lost it? He fought back at the souls that, lashing out with pure rage and emotion, a rarity in James' case. He was usually the reserved one, usually the one that planned his words and carefully decided the tone. He could manipulate a weak-minded man with his words alone. But pure emotion? The souls had never experienced it themselves. The crawled back to their little arm, meek, shuffling. And each one cursed him. Each one damned his very existence. He was their proxy, their slave-driver. He was the boss that they never imagined, the one that held the key to freedom and dangled it before them sadistically grinning. They cursed the human, but could little beyond it. They receded their places, one last face screaming a high-pitched Cheesecake! as it was swallowed whole.

James, drowning the rage with a cold acceptance of his pain, turned around, his face blanched, his real arm mottled and his hand barely able to clutch his wand correctly. He spat out some coppery fluid from his mouth before turning his head towards the Lord Death. The alchemic arm involunarilty jerked and was hit by a stray red spark. "You had something to say?" he asked Death inbetween pants.

Danny watched as Matt show a spell at Death and then shouted "You're fu*king insane" as he quickly found the magazine for Anti Magic. It hummed quietly and it glowed blue as he held it in his hand. He pocketed the magazine and then grabbed the regular FMJ bullets. He slammed the mag into the chamber and pulled back on the trigger to James. The FMJ made a low hiss as they wizzzed to James arm and head as well as chest. Each shot hit cuased a tiny explosion to happen. "Christ!" he said

Death was now pissed. Death was taken a foot back by Matt's blast and quickly ran over to him. It was more faster than superhuman speed almost at 300mph. He grabbed Matt by the collar and then held the Scythe near Matts throat. "How dare you..." he said his empty eye sockets filled with fire showing rage. He started to raised his scythe in order to attack yet, as he did, one of the bullets rickocheted off James arm and hit Death. Ouch. He let go of Matt and then looked at Danny.

Danny had just shot death. He fired a shot into DEATH. He was so screwed. "No f*cking way you're killing my friend" he said in a gruff voice as he still aimed down the iron sights. "Matt now!"

Ne'Os felt rage fill him as he watched death be shot "No!!!!" he yelled his voice echoing around the room "You will not interfear in Matts death" he said moving in front of Death blocking Daniel from Death.

Matt aimed his wand at Death's face and grinned. Smile! he said. He sent a jet of green light straight at Death's face. But Ne'os got in the way. DAMNIT NE'OS!!!! he yelled. He knew that the spell would do something, to Ne'os.
((OoC:That spell was the killing curse just so ya know rofl))

((this is the only time i will over power my robes to save my life but in my defence im like a foot away from death and this is robes created with death's unwilling help))


The spell hit his shield The chamber was filled with a bliding gold light as Ne'Os's shield flared into life it then faded the after image hanging on the wall for a few seconds after Ne'Os's eyes inside his hood were pure gold "Matt" the air hissed around him "you will not be allowed to kill death."

Thanks, Death. Thanks to you, I can cheat you once again. You, the maker of fools and weapons. You, the beauty that destroys what we create. You, my friend, just bought me another day.

James panted as he drew upon all the strength he could muster and planted his hands on the ground. from the matter beneath the ground a vial grew, a vial of vitality and strength. He drank it's contents greedily, taking advantage of the brief respite he'd been given. What had happened? He had merely deflected a shot or two. That was all.

((So wait, Death and Ne'os are connected or something?))

Death felt himself get hit by the curse but did nothing about it. He looked at Danny and then scolwed. "You got nuts kid," he said and then looked back at James more concerned about him. He really didn't want to fight but I guess all good things come to an end. He walked forward towards James slowly feeling himself grow more old.

Danny's heart raced at an alarmingrate as he shifted his sights towards James again. Weird.