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@rainingmuses continued from here

“Like, forgive me for the disrespect, man, but that would mean more if you were the first incarnation of Death to say that to me, haha!” Twitching his hand ever so slightly, the almighty Shaggster causes a massive explosion in between himself and Death. Through the smoke and fire, it’s impossible to see him, that is, until, a fist just... appears in front of the reaper’s skull, stopping inches from making contact with it. 

The area around them is... frozen. At least, that’s what it looked like. In reality, this was the space between seconds. an area of time only truly cosmic beings, like Death, or things more mysterious, like the Talented Mr. Rodgers, whose fist still hung right where he had thrown it. Smoke and fire still hung in the air, a side effect existing between seconds, one that would end when one of the pair eventually moved, breaking the fragile nature of existing in their current state.

“Like, I respect you, man, so here’s me saying I made the attempt.” He speaks, with the usual crack at the end of the sentence.

While the fist had stopped, the amount of gale force and heat that would rival that of an Armageddon Level Fiery Hurricane that would be unleashed would be enough to level a continent given a few hours should be enough to make this incarnation of the End of All Thing’s attention.

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@rebirthxguardian

“Like, don’t try fooling me, man. It was inevitable that our paths would cross.” A pause. “Like, you are The Bringer of the End, Lord of Ragnarok, aren’t ya? Oh wait.” He looks at his wrist, before awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. “Oh geez, my bad dude! Wrong dimensional plain!” ...What the fu