The Filius Mortis Method.

Filius Mortis has arrived and he's willing to take on the God... his way... With a pair of fists and his trusty (rusty) scythe. But whom will come out victorius in the end of this battle of Titans?
 The God or the Bio-Mechanical?
 ...enjoy...

Tome: When the Night Falls

Chapter 7

The Necromancer power coursed down Mortis’s arm and he clamped his open hand onto Grosse Mann’s face and tried to pry the mechanical implants away from it. Two cameras to aid the human’s seeing do doubt. He heard their lenses crack and snap, pieces of glass throwing themselves to the ground as he pulled harder until finally one of them came loose. Clamping a steely hand on Grosse Mann’s shoulder he stopped himself from falling to the ground and dropped one camera.
 Clambering the foot of space back up to Grosse Mann’s face he let loose a rushed, snapping fist that broke the other camera away in a quick burst.
 “Why are you here Grosse Mann,” Mortis growled in his telepathic link to Grosse Mann’s mind.
 “This is not my doing, Mortis believe me…” Grosse Mann groaned quite clearly pained.
 A quick jab from one of his stabbing hands sent the Bio-Mechanical down to the ground where it rolled backwards almost crushing one of the soldiers under his immense weight.
 Throwing himself back up, Mortis fought off the soldiers of the Cult of Mechanics and issued them a clear warning hiss of tortured metal whining at the back of his Bio-Mechanical throat. At the back of that throat two blades clicked against each other allowing the Bio-Mechanical to alter the cry as it wished to do so or not. A warning growl was easy for those two worn plates. It was instinct…
 Mortis reached for his scythe, “How can I believe that?” Grosse Mann battered him away and sent him skating across the floor, his claws dug in to try and stop him from moving to far over making a terribly high pitched scratching. Mortis threw himself up and kicked one of the soldiers out of his way and grabbed his scythe. As the soldier staggered backwards he whipped the end of the haft up and into the man’s bottom jaw sending him up and then crashing back down to Earth.
 Mortis turned around and pointed his staff out forwards as Grosse Mann came flying towards him, six arms flailing behind him and jaws wide open in a wide, gaping black hole with the blood a thousands of souls spattered across his jaws. That could never be cleaned off of his jaw, not even by death itself.
 Acting quickly, Mortis sent his scythe straight out forwards and let the shadow energy emit out of the end of the haft on his staff, the Necromancy shadowed the God but it passed through it unscathed by the usually lethal energy.
 Mortis only had time to say, “Impressive,” before the monster collided with his form and catapulted him through the air before he crashed against the wall. Grosse Mann stopped beside him seconds later.
 A clawed hand was raised up and the Haloed energies flowed around the nails and glowed hot. Mortis had no doubt that it would sear through even his Bio-Mechanical skin.
 The claw darted down and Mortis barely rolled out of the way avoiding the attack. From the holster on his side he brought up his pistol and sent the bullet casings through Grosse Mann’s skull taking some more machinery with them. Burying themselves in some of the machines workings or taking them inside the head with the shot. As ever, Grosse Mann did not bleed but it had severed something somewhere. A link to someone was broken and Grosse Mann almost fell to the floor staggered by the severed link, the Haloed energy died away from the claws around his hand.
 Mortis threw himself up and secondly threw a balled fist at Grosse Mann’s face, the use of magic where he had gone wrong now deciding on sheer and old fashioned brute force. The monster fell backwards before being hit with a monumental kick from Mortis that sent it across the room and throwing soldiers out of the way or crushing them under its weight.
 Mortis collected his scythe from the ground and inspected its rusting blade before sheathing it across his back and raising his clenched fists.
 “You want me to stop this, Grosse Mann? Then I’ll stop this,” the telepathic link stopped there and Mortis spoke in the words of the Human English Language, “I’ll stop this alright…”