@-Royalisms-
Blackhawk was currently wearing his "Reaper" armor, the blackness of his suit seeming to just swallow all light that should be glinting off it up into it. It was the absence of all light. He was heading towards his target, his modified pistol in his pocket. The sudden collision with the other made him grunt and turn around. "Watch it," he muttered softly, offering the man his muscular hand.