Stark's breath caught as he watched the clone prepare for the next move, it seemed more prepared than he was, maybe since it didn't have feelings except for its overconfidence.
But the moment Stark diverted his eyes for even a SINGLE second…
~FWISH~
With a swift motion, the scythe the invisible Reaper was holding sliced through the air, and Stark barely reacted in time, leaping to the side as it whistled past him.
"Nice try, you fucking dumbass-" Stark wanted to taunt Reaper, but his eyes widened as he immediately realized that the scythe's blade actually hit the wall, sticking to it, meaning that it wasn't Reaper that was swinging: he just threw it.
And so… a feeling of dread took over Stark as he literally couldn't know where Reaper was anymore.
