[...But when he does make it to his feet, even though he stumbles in the process, there's a lazy smirk on his face. More than that, his expression is some warped form of affection.
The back of his hand touches a bruise already forming around a cut on his lip, and his eyes sharpen as he stretches and feels the burn of that kick irritating the bruises Taako has already left him with. If he didn't believe Reaper was entirely serious about killing him, he'd stick around and push him more... but he's gotten what he wanted.]
I'll see you around, Gabe.
[And with that, Reaper is left with only a flash of sparks that are swept away by the breeze.]
[He doesn't need to see that. The twisted expression and the look in Dodger's eyes as he calls him Gabe, of all things.
It takes everything in him not to punch a new hole in the wall adjacent the balcony where he stands. Smoke and black fog swirl around the wraithlike man's form as he lets out an angry sound, nearly like a growl before his form completely dissipates, flowing off the balcony like a creature from some far-off nightmare.
Dodger might be gone but the foul mood he's left Reaper with isn't.
Time to sneak outside the walls and kill some creatures to vent some frustration off himself.]
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The back of his hand touches a bruise already forming around a cut on his lip, and his eyes sharpen as he stretches and feels the burn of that kick irritating the bruises Taako has already left him with. If he didn't believe Reaper was entirely serious about killing him, he'd stick around and push him more... but he's gotten what he wanted.]
I'll see you around, Gabe.
[And with that, Reaper is left with only a flash of sparks that are swept away by the breeze.]
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It takes everything in him not to punch a new hole in the wall adjacent the balcony where he stands. Smoke and black fog swirl around the wraithlike man's form as he lets out an angry sound, nearly like a growl before his form completely dissipates, flowing off the balcony like a creature from some far-off nightmare.
Dodger might be gone but the foul mood he's left Reaper with isn't.
Time to sneak outside the walls and kill some creatures to vent some frustration off himself.]