Reaper didn't have to move his head to shift his eyes from the naga - Kazuma - and 76, and both of their body language and actions spoke louder than any words. And the flames? Well, those would probably match the burns that 76 had suffered from, wouldn't they? It was likely though not yet definitive.
His index fingers tapped lightly against the side of his Hellfire shotguns as he considered the new barrage of information quickly. It appeared that they were in a brief stand off.
"Kazuma," he answered after his codename was said by the kid. "So. It's you. Such a pleasure to know where 76's chic in the armour is."
He was coming to the conclusion that the whole snake man thing was not, in reality, exactly who this guy was. If 76 was heading down the corruption path, it stood to reason that this kid was exactly the same. Knowing 76, the old bastard was the one to stand in the way of it progressing too far without sacrificing personally to prevent it.
"You two are a mess," he growled. "But at least a mess together. How quaint."
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His index fingers tapped lightly against the side of his Hellfire shotguns as he considered the new barrage of information quickly. It appeared that they were in a brief stand off.
"Kazuma," he answered after his codename was said by the kid. "So. It's you. Such a pleasure to know where 76's chic in the armour is."
He was coming to the conclusion that the whole snake man thing was not, in reality, exactly who this guy was. If 76 was heading down the corruption path, it stood to reason that this kid was exactly the same. Knowing 76, the old bastard was the one to stand in the way of it progressing too far without sacrificing personally to prevent it.
"You two are a mess," he growled. "But at least a mess together. How quaint."