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A soft huff of air is pushed out of his chest when he collides with the wall, one of his shotguns clattering to the ground and the other uselessly in his hand. Being this close rendered the weapon useless unless he wanted to just thump it over the attacker’s head. Though, when he realizes it is Jack the appeal of such an action grows.
“Did you miss me? I can’t recall you being so hands-on as of late,” comes a rather smug response. If the old soldier hadn’t taken the chance to just shoot him then he surely wanted something else, right ?
“ just want to make sure you’re SOLID so that i DON’T miss you. ”
AFTER ALL, what point would there be in throwing a PUNCH if met only with INTANGIBLE smoke ? but for as much as fists CLENCH, teeth CLENCH, the soldier keeps grip C L E N C H E D around the lapels of reapers coat.
the mask worn hides features, but the rough GROWL of his words might better express himself better than worn SNEER could. ---just as the lilt of reaper’s voice carries hints of self-satisfaction, implying he’s WELL-AWARE that soldier’s RESTRAINT towards PUNCHING suspected SMIRK from face means a punch WON’T COME ;
though it grows increasingly APPEALING with every passing moment.
...but that RESTRAINT comes from NECESSITY--- as much as he’d prefer ANY OTHER OPTION, his choices fall between THIS & NOTHING ELSE ; that demands PLAYING NICE with the enemy. the fight EBBS from tight grasp. the old man has a REQUEST of death------
( teeth clenched )
“ ...i need your help. ”
