It was playing out rather differently, but the means and the end were the same in his mind. His problem was that Reyes was far more... smokey than he recalled and seemed to be all over the place rather than a set target that he could strike at. From his experience, Reaper easily kept a particular form at will, but this was a bit more a struggle.

He ended up losing his grip on his pulse rifle, but he kept track of where it ended up in the woods because he was definitely going to make a go for it when he had more room to maneuver himself.

He rolled back on his heels to avoid to hook, lashing out with a one-two punch combination of his own, one for Reaper's white bone mask and the other for some ribs. He wasn't pulling his punches at all even as he took a step back to allow himself more room so as not to get tangled up with Reaper. Unlike Reyes, he was growling like a threatened dog the whole time.