[He might be impervious to death, but the blows do their damage. When Jack pulls Reaper up by his collar, his chuckle stutters alongside its rasp and his head rolls to the side just a bit. Both hands come up to dig into 76's wrists in a feeble attempt to keep himself upright of his own accord.]
Dead. Mostly. But not as dead as you're going to be.
[Reaper rapidly begins to lose weight and solid form, becoming little more than black smoke in the other man's hands. Once he loses all shape, the wraith vanishes into the nearest vent.]
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Dead. Mostly. But not as dead as you're going to be.
[Reaper rapidly begins to lose weight and solid form, becoming little more than black smoke in the other man's hands. Once he loses all shape, the wraith vanishes into the nearest vent.]