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What?

[Teeth remained bared for a moment, head tilted to the side, eyes widening as a grin stretched a little too wide to be normal. Fire extinguisher dropped to the floor, tossed away like it was nothing. Taking a step closer as fingers flexed at his sides-]

This what you wanted, wasn't it Jack? Why don't you take a good look at your work, just what you did to me. [Talons reaching to grab hold of 76, just to drag him close if he had to.] May as well, right?

[Even if his mind needs a second to process, that's a second too long. Luckily, his body knows what to do when grabbed by an enemy, pulled far too close for comfort-

-instinct takes over, and the soldier doesn't try to pull away. Instead he moves with the motion, reaching to grab Reaper back, plant a leg between his, twist his body and throw. Ingrained reflex that he couldn't fight against if he tried.]

[It's easy to keep going with the motion, very aware of what was happening, laughter bubbling up from somewhere but bit back so it came out more as a low growl. During that throw all 76 would be holding onto within seconds would be smoke, twisting around and out mid-throw.

Pulling right back together into a solid form, teeth flashing in more of a baring than a grin. Talons dug into the floor as Reaper kept himself low for the moment.]

Still so easy to read.

[Is he, Reaper?

Is he really?

Because by the time the wraith reforms, 76 has crossed the short distance now without obstacles, and that is certainly his rifle he's grabbing and...not quite pointing at Reaper. The split second it would take to aim could be fatal, he knows that, but even so - he doesn't offer the threat. Something in the back of his mind whispers that Reaper could have taken him out easy-

-he dismisses it, growling softly. More at himself than anything else. He's better than that, this. He shouldn't have let himself get taken off guard, whether by Reaper's appearance or that...face...he wears underneath the mask.

Speaking of which. Since it just so happens to be close- he kicks it back towards him.]

We done?

[The air was heavy, chilled enough to caught breath to form mist, frost creeping outwards from where Reaper's shadows touched anything. Corner of his mouth twitching as a steady gaze rested on the armed old soldier. More than prepared to move if he dared—

The only thing that came was that mask skidding across the floor again, talons curling over it. Frost retreating as the air slowly warmed back up.]

Nothing, hm? [Standing tall, mask in hand, chin lifted as his gaze never once moved away. Voice dropped down into a more bitter tone.] You got a nice look at your handiwork. All that's left of the man you left to suffer.

We're done. I've gotten what I needed.

[The mask was moved back into place, hood tugged back into place and head tilted, hands spread outwards as shadows crawled upwards.] I'll be nice and allow the little truce to remain in place despite your aggressions, Jack. See if you can keep it up this time.

Enjoy the rest of your morning.

[Reaper was done, wraith form leaving through some crack under the door; a few fragrant petals left where he had been standing, along with a single frostbitten marigold.]

[oh, he's getting a good look. His eyes are locked on Reaper's face, that...visage of the man he once called friend. And he's swallowing down bitter memories of laughter, rivalry, and the way he saw it all those years ago when it turned on him-

He won't be baited. Not again. He won't react, won't let himself drop his guard. He did and he made a fool of himself, twice; fingers flex on his rifle, and as much as he wants to ask what did you need, why did you even come- he growls again, lowering the rifle a fraction of an inch.]

Says the invader. You've got no place to be self righteous.

[But then, neither does he. He watches the...smoke...leave, and only when the motion is gone does he drop his gaze.

...what even was this night.]

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