[He ignore it, driving forwards as he followed up the deflected strike with another, grabbing for Reaper's hood to jerk him forward as a knee was driving up towards the older man's gut. Didn't care for the pain of blades, barely even made a noise other than a low snarl.
76 was running on fumes, anger and rage still there under his skin as that energy had clung to him despite managing to keep calm under why it did so. The cold numbing him the thicker it clung.
There was a sheer viciousness to his movements that could seem like how he operated these days, but something was clearly off- or at least clearly enough to someone that could know him well. It was even different from what he usually displayed whenever he doggedly went after Reaper.]
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76 was running on fumes, anger and rage still there under his skin as that energy had clung to him despite managing to keep calm under why it did so. The cold numbing him the thicker it clung.
There was a sheer viciousness to his movements that could seem like how he operated these days, but something was clearly off- or at least clearly enough to someone that could know him well. It was even different from what he usually displayed whenever he doggedly went after Reaper.]