[The bag as picked back up, leaving his jacket and mask on the floor with his pulse rifle, steadily walking closer until he was moving down. Sitting on the balls of his feet and that bag rested down within reach.
76 offered out a gloved hand, eyes never leaving Reaper.]
It's not just my face.
[He was tired, worn out. Whatever had happened earlier had drained him enough that he wasn't up to another fight so soon. No, this was something different.]
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[The bag as picked back up, leaving his jacket and mask on the floor with his pulse rifle, steadily walking closer until he was moving down. Sitting on the balls of his feet and that bag rested down within reach.
76 offered out a gloved hand, eyes never leaving Reaper.]
It's not just my face.
[He was tired, worn out. Whatever had happened earlier had drained him enough that he wasn't up to another fight so soon. No, this was something different.]