Reaper can feel it, the familiar presence of a monstrosity, transforming right in front of his hollowed-out eyes. Even as the man-turned-monster writhes and thrashes, injuring him in the process, he feels a welling sense of satisfaction.

He shrieks, the sound wet and warbled in the back of his throat as they continue to wrestle violently with each other. The Faceless is bound to show up soon, whether he wins this fight or not. Even as he's barely clinging to his own form, slowly being destroyed by the sheer amount of injury inflicted upon him even after shot at by rockets, Reaper knows he'll be back to continue this fight.