The shove to his leg altered his balance, but he was skilled enough to reset and only have a quick little hop to regain himself. It lessened the impact of his punch and forced them a step apart. He almost considered removing the visor himself, but in the end, decided it was better off hiding his expressions, keeping himself hidden from Reyes.

For him, the pain and the anger warred and bled together. He had gone searching for Shrike, but he ended up confirming his suspicions as well. They had fought like they were doing now, like they wanted to hurt each other. Because he had wanted to hurt Reyes, to express some of the old pain of loss and failure that they had suffered under separately, never bridging the gap quite the same way after Ana had died.

For the second time, his visor popped free with Reaper's attempts to rip it off of his face. He made no motion to do more than knock it aside as it fell, and his forehead connected with the headbutt leveled at him. His own was slightly off, forcing him to step back and shake his head even as he took a wild swing to keep Reyes from pouncing on opportunity.

His blue eyes stared back with the storm of emotions, and his teeth were bared in a feral snarl. He was already charging back in, swinging a low punch at Reyes' gut before he planned on just bowling the other man over.

"Neither did I," he snapped angrily.