He was well aware of the affects of his weapon fire, and he knew that even Jack would take considerable time to heal up from it. There probably would be scarring, but at this point what part of the man didn't have scarring? He was simply adding to the landscape of ruggedness, not that it mattered here. For him, he could needle, but there was no direct point in fighting Jack other than assessing what he could do.
"You're welcome, you old goat," he drawled, rough amusement colouring his voice. At the time, he had other matters that required his attention and he had slowed Amari and Morrison enough to slip away.
Their masks crashed together with that headbutt, and Reaper issued a low growl as he unwittedly and automatically began to drain energy from Jack to heal the damage. Like a cold finger of death. He snapped his other hand up between them to try to seize 76 by the throat to haul him right off his cloven hooves.
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"You're welcome, you old goat," he drawled, rough amusement colouring his voice. At the time, he had other matters that required his attention and he had slowed Amari and Morrison enough to slip away.
Their masks crashed together with that headbutt, and Reaper issued a low growl as he unwittedly and automatically began to drain energy from Jack to heal the damage. Like a cold finger of death. He snapped his other hand up between them to try to seize 76 by the throat to haul him right off his cloven hooves.