< previous You stared in disbelief at Reaper, whom was still standing broad in the frame of the doorway and watching your every move like a hawk, his expression hidden behind the famous mask of the terrorist. It was incredible how much your escape and messy fight with the pawns had distracted you but that he was able to get this close... That the terrorist and your soulmate was now blocking the only exit... Was no less than terrifying. The blow that you received in your middle earlier was throbbing painfully but you still pulled your strength together to take a more defensive stance, the metal of your flick blade shining in the rusty color of the soldiers blood below you. Of course wasn't there a chance that this would even remotely help you against Reapers hellfire shotguns- If he eventually decided to draw them- And so you weren't sure if the slight tilt of his hooded head was meant to be mockingly or just disbelief of your stupidity. Your eyes flickered nervous between the