It's a win-win in Reaper's case. This creature attacking him is slowly changing, and something within him can also sense it. Even through the angry red haze of flying fists and contorting body parts, he can sense it. A win.

He lets out a groan of pain, the strong fingers digging into his oozing black skin as it tries to rip the mask off his face. Unfortunately for both of them, it's no longer a mask. Permanently fused to his face, it only makes the visible cracks split and thick veins protruding through the milky surface of his face pulse faster.

With a desperate attempt to create space between them, he winds his arm back and drives his three sharp claws into the side of 76's ribs.