[Well, the gun is gone, so that's a good thing. The bad news is that now he's got fingers around his throat. There's not much protection there to deter Reaper, and he responds reflexively, hand clawing at the grip, trying to keep him from closing down on his windpipe. He lets out an animalistic growl, the whole thing becoming less of a fight and more of a struggle.
His own rifle falls to the ground not long after the shotguns, and he lashes out with his now-free hand, scrabbling for a hold in the eyeholes of Reaper's mask, more in an effort to deter him than anything.]
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His own rifle falls to the ground not long after the shotguns, and he lashes out with his now-free hand, scrabbling for a hold in the eyeholes of Reaper's mask, more in an effort to deter him than anything.]