"Life and death force manipulation is rare, unlike the living, our death force grows as we kill and reap life, I only know of one for each, you being one of them" Faraday mused, Loimos's attempts at projectiles weren't going very well, his death force was truly not willing to stay packed together, it splits apart and just went into every direction.
Faraday didn't doubt that those slithers of death would be able to find and target anything living, but it was doubtful they would make a difference between a blade of grass and a person.
It was all rooted within Loimos's dead mind, on the spectrum of life, he made no difference, all living were to be equally eradicated, of course, he himself could reasonably pick and choose, ignore vegetation and such, his death force didn't bother with such things however.
