Chapter 6: Making A Deal With Death
Boris heard a swooshing sound, as a sword shots out of its scabard, cutting the scythe's blade away from his nek.
Phoenix's soul appears in between him and Death.
That's not possible. Boris thought to himself.
He overhears the conversation between the two.
"You like making deals"
Death cupped its skeletal chin with its hand. "What did you have in mind?"
"If I win, I gett to stay with the one I love."
"If you lose?"
"I'll go with you quietly."
A question popped in Phoenix's mind, where will it take her, after all of this is over and done with. She gave that thought a minute to stew. I guess it depends on what I made of my life.
Her Tensaiga and Death's scythe clashed back and forth, to and fro.