got my knife got my gun let's see how fast you can run

[mylawn]

[76 knows every base like the back of his hand. It's something he imagines makes him very frustrating when it comes to the hired security details stationed at some of the larger, more important Watchpoints. This is not one of those. This is an old, decrepit outpost that will likely have some supplies and not much more, unless he counts privacy.

But that's not what he's looking for, at the moment.

It's a flimsy lead, but it's the only one he has right now, so it's what he'll have to work with. 76 makes his way through broken chain link and forces his way through a rusted entrance. Glass crunches underneath his boots. He knows he'll be chastised for busting in the front door as usual, with little regard but he's not exactly looking to be discreet. Likely the person he's looking for is already aware of his intrusion.

So he might as well just make himself known. If it turns out he's wrong, and he's alone in the base, that's probably for the best. He's ready to take the chance.]

I know you're here.

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[mylawn]

[He does little more than snarl in response to that, swinging his fist. There's a lot he can say, mostly involving the fact that Reaper has no place to talk, because presumably he's the one planting these leads in the first place, but 76 isn't going to say that because he's too busy trying to punch Reaper in the mask-face.

It's not surprising that he goes straight for the visor (extremely annoying, really), and 76 has to give up lashing out at him in favor of trying to keep hands off his own mask.

Doesn't work very well, but he closes his hands around Reaper's wrists anyway, raising a knee with the hope it will connect somewhere vulnerable before the visor comes off.]

[tinkerhell]

[Body armor is a blessing, but it doesn't stop blunt force. After his claws scrape across the other man's visor, he gets a solid knee right in the groin, incapacitating his ability to follow up. When was the last time anyone had gotten close enough to him to remind him that death didn't actually stop everything?

Reaper's otherwise solid muscles go completely rigid and his nonexistent breath catches behind a snarl of pain and a nauseous groan. Clawed gauntlets clench in 76's grip, and he momentarily struggles to stay standing before dropping heavy to one knee. Below his hips, nothing wants to function.

Instead of fighting the pain, a wheezy and unhinged laugh escapes his chest. Its only half genuine -- most of him seethes with anger, jealousy, and many other unsavory emotions.]

Clever.

[He tries to summon enough strength to throw 76 off of his wrists and into the nearest wall.]

[mylawn]

[Watching Reaper double over is momentarily satisfying. The horrible sound of that not-laugh ruins it, just making him angrier. He tries to channel that rage into something more productive than wild swings and sloppy punches clouded by sheer fury. Even reeling from the blow, Reaper's hard to subdue, especially when 76 has claws in his face.

He tries to swat them away and it gives Reaper the opening he needs. Even dead, they match each other in strength, and he's flung off before he can react.

76 doesn't quite make it to the wall--he hits some storage cabinets, first, crashing into them with substantial force. It takes him a moment to recover, but he tries to spring back to his feet and get ready for any follow-up as quickly as he can.]