It's like watching a cat's tail bristle when he snarls and the tendrils of smoke roll off of his shoulders. All it takes a blink, and with an angry rush of wind, he's nose to nose with 76. The protruding nose of his mask clacks against the highest point of 76's mask, claws already snarled into the leather of the ridiculously technicolor jacket. A wonder he managed to not throw his fist into Jack's face. Such restraint.

There's a moment of loud silence, Reaper just breathing out a growl as he contemplates his next move. No, he has to calm down. He has to tamp down that urge to start a vicious brawl again.

"Enjoy your little Legionnaire perks while you can," he sneers finally, claws still gripping at the jacket. "Don't think I'll make things easy for you while we're here."