At least the muzzle of a mask was strong enough to not crack under the pressure of talons latching on to it. Stayed firmly in place even as they fell, claws sinking deeper until they plummeted and hit the ground. Rolling on hooves and only letting go when there was nothing more to hold on to, landing in a crouch himself.

Shoulders rolled, ears flicked back as his tail lashed behind him, the mask hiding how teeth were bared under that muzzle- and there was the barest moment where a flash of blue gleamed from behind the nearly pitch black visor over his eyes.

"Think you know better than anyone how hard I am to kill, Reaper." Snarled, and far more animalistic now than ever.