[Feeling the impact is more than a little satisfying, but he has no time to enjoy it because McCree is still trying to bash his head into the ground. He tightens the grip he has around the cowboy's neck, but that doesn't stop his visor from cracking, splintering, and then shattering completely under the force of that metal hand.
Shit. He'd gone through a lot of trouble to steal that. 76 has no choice but to squeeze his eyes shut to keep from getting glass in them, which lets McCree get a better hold on the rest of it.
The mask isn't attached to his face, but it takes substantial effort to wrench it from the rest of his headgear. When McCree manages it, he can't bite down the shout that's a direct result of the sheer force required to snap it off. His head bounces back upon release and smacks against the ground. All it does it make him angrier, hand on the rifle leaving it entirely to join the other around McCree's throat as he tries desperately to kick him off and away.
He's not especially worried about McCree putting a name to the face. The explosion and subsequent years hadn't been kind to him, and he guesses that unless someone is already thinking he's Jack Morrison (and why would they--he's dead), he's mostly unrecognizable, at least at first glance, and hopefully in the middle of a fistfight.
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Shit. He'd gone through a lot of trouble to steal that. 76 has no choice but to squeeze his eyes shut to keep from getting glass in them, which lets McCree get a better hold on the rest of it.
The mask isn't attached to his face, but it takes substantial effort to wrench it from the rest of his headgear. When McCree manages it, he can't bite down the shout that's a direct result of the sheer force required to snap it off. His head bounces back upon release and smacks against the ground. All it does it make him angrier, hand on the rifle leaving it entirely to join the other around McCree's throat as he tries desperately to kick him off and away.
He's not especially worried about McCree putting a name to the face. The explosion and subsequent years hadn't been kind to him, and he guesses that unless someone is already thinking he's Jack Morrison (and why would they--he's dead), he's mostly unrecognizable, at least at first glance, and hopefully in the middle of a fistfight.
But man if this isn't a bitch.]