"I don't get it." Ares said while rubbing his chin between two fingers. "In his 'Death' form, Pestilence was able to outspeed Lazarus so easily. Why doesn't he just do that again to tear the human apart?"

Hermes looked down at the battle that was currently taking place. His gaze honed in on the fiery Horseman, War. "I believe this is what happens when you start the battle with your strongest attack. If he isn't using that ability now, we have to assume he can't or simply refuses to. I would guess that if he re-enters his "Death" form now… it would be a big mistake."

"Is that so?" Ares looked back down at the fight. "Maybe Pestilence isn't quite as strong as we thought…"

Lazarus watched as the legendary flaming horseman approached him on foot. War's red horse began to circle around, as though preparing for a pincer maneuver.

"So this is the legendary 'War.'" Lazarus goaded. "Or should I call you 'Legion?' I've heard rumors about you."

"This body might and power might have been Legion's at one point. But it belongs to me now. I am none other than 'War.'" War's muscles seemed to twitch and his body glowed a faint red. Lazarus attributed this to the flames that now lined War's armor.

Lazarus backed away slowly, trying not to be surrounded by War and his horse. With only one arm left, it would be troublesome to deal with enemies from multiple directions. Lazarus was suddenly shocked to see War's horse jump into the water surrounding the arena, disappearing under the water's surface. Rippling light could still be faintly seen under the surface of the water. Despite being underwater, the flames on its body seemed to still be going strong.

Göll watched from the sidelines. What is that beast up to? She wondered.

Sasaki appeared behind Göll, having come to check up on her. He said nothing, as she appeared to be lost in thought.

With War's horse out of sight, Lazarus prepared himself for the immediate fight with War who stood in front of him. The flaming blue sword in War's right hand looked strong enough to burn away Lazarus' flesh instantly. I have to be careful. He thought. But if I'm fast enough, I can kill War before his horse can do whatever it is up to.

In a single, fluid motion, Lazarus jumped over Pestilence, somersaulting and landing on his single hand, right behind War. Before War could turn around, Lazarus twisted his body while balancing on his hand, causing his legs to fling around like a whip that flew directly towards War's neck. With Samson's strength, such an attack could easily tear into a mountainside. "Say goodbye to your head, War-Kun!" Lazarus yelled excitedly as his long hair fluttered with the momentum of his spin.

War did not turn around, but his body began to change to a slightly darker red. His muscles twitched visibly. Suddenly, with one quick motion of his arm, War brought his hand to his neck and caught Lazarus' foot, to the surprise of everyone in the stadium. The force from Lazarus' kick blew up a gust of wind that pushed the audience backwards into their seats.

No way! Even with Samson's strength? Lazarus thought as his shock slowed his reaction time. Before he could react, War tossed Lazarus to the side of the arena with immense force. In less than a second, Lazarus was about to hit the perimeter wall at an extreme speed. However, before he made it to the wall, War's horse jumped out of the water, kicking Lazarus in the back with immense strength and sending him flying back towards War at a speed quick enough to break the sound barrier. Lazarus could not feel it, but from hearing the cracks, he knew that kick must have broken several of his ribs.

War quickly prepared his sword for a swing as Lazarus flew back towards him.

I have to get out of the way! Fast! Lazarus thought as he tried to fight the force of wind caused by his flight. However, he could not change his direction in mid-air.

With tremendous force, War swung his sword from above, creating a downwards slashing motion. In an attempt to escape the fury of War's swing, Lazarus managed to kick his leg out and hit the base of War's hand, right below his flaming blue sword. This caused the sword to fly upwards, skimming War's shoulder and burning him in the process.

"GRAGHH!" War screamed as he gripped left right which had been cut. Blood tricked from the wound and matched the color of his skin which had begun to burn an even deeper red. Meanwhile, his sword flew off into the stadium stands, right next to Loki. Loki no longer had a jokester's look on his face. He was steadfast and serious, much like his adoptive father once was. With anger he kicked the burning sword in two pieces, burning his own leg in the process.

"Pull yourself together you damned horse-freak!" Loki screamed intensely, causing the stadium to silence itself in fear.

Falling to the ground, Lazarus quickly jumped away from War, doing another flip as he floated down to the ground once more. "It looks like even you can get burned. Isn't that right? War-ku—"

Lazarus' statement was interrupted as a flaming metal plate flew into his face. War had stripped off the metal armor he had once worn, and thrown it at Lazarus before the zombie could react.

Lazarus fell backwards as the armor continued to fly into the stadium seating between Adamas and Zeus. Adamas yelled in anger. "What the hell does he think he is doing throwing all his gear into the stands?"

"It seems he is losing himself quite a bit." Zeus replied. In response to this statement, Adamas looked closely at War. The god's muscles had expanded even more than earlier and his skin was dark red. It had even started to heat up rapidly, similarly to Shiva's Tandava Karma. The look in War's eyes looked more glazed over than they did earlier.

"You…will die…" War said.

Lazarus landed backwards on the ground, gripping his face as smoke from the armor's fire blocked vision of him. He said nothing. No sounds could be heard from him aside from the scuffling of his body on the floor. The smoke slowly dissipated from his face and the audience looked on in horror.

"My god!" Saint Denis said from the stands.

Tears welled up in the eyes of Joan of Arc.

Even Jesus of Nazareth displayed a horrified expression in response to what he had just witnessed.

The flaming metal projectile that silenced Lazarus had done devastating damage. Though the hair on his head was untouched, almost the entirety of Lazarus' face had been sliced by metal and instantly cauterized by fire. All that remained of Lazarus face was one eye surrounded by burned and contorted skin.

Lazarus could no longer speak or make a sound. He felt his own face with his one hand while his single eye looked toward the large, red body of War.

"No… talk…" War demanded with a sinister grin.