[There was no answer other than the resistance still there despite the slams, shadow clawed hands gripping and clawing to try and push away. Even that knee digging in to Reaper's side, but the way his breathing wheezed and cut off spoke of injured ribs that 76 was just further aggravating from his thrashing. Trying to twist out from under as every touch left some frost behind on black leather.
Be a place under that mask along the top of the visor, and behind it pure black was spiderwebbing across the whites of his eyes like ink hitting water. Even coloring the blues that much darker.
It was getting harder the breath, and gradually that stolen breath had him slowing down, even as it was only claws hooked in to leather that kept hands from falling away. Head fallen back as he coughed and choked on that lack of air. The violence and his own body getting that fight beaten out of 76.]
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Be a place under that mask along the top of the visor, and behind it pure black was spiderwebbing across the whites of his eyes like ink hitting water. Even coloring the blues that much darker.
It was getting harder the breath, and gradually that stolen breath had him slowing down, even as it was only claws hooked in to leather that kept hands from falling away. Head fallen back as he coughed and choked on that lack of air. The violence and his own body getting that fight beaten out of 76.]