Identical in size and choice of weapon, they were a black impenetrable wall of evil and death. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” David rubbed his hands on top of his head. “Four reapers! What do we do now? Our weapons have zero effect on these soul-suckers.” He looked nervously at Kara and then back at the reapers. “Any great ideas, people? How do we kill these things?” “They bleed gross black stuff,” suggested Peter. “If they bleed, then maybe we can kill them?” he added hopefully. “Not with anything we have on us,” said Jenny, pointing her arrows at them anyway. “Didn’t you say that we might have a chance if they lingered in the mortal world too long?” She looked at Peter but he didn’t answer. “Although it looks to me like these guys just got here.” “If we get back—and I’m really, really hoping that we do—I’m asking Ariel for a raise.” David laughed nervously. “Well, at least now we’re even. Gotta love these odds.” “I wouldn’t call this even.”
