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Widowmaker gave a long suffering sigh as she crouched behind the stone railing of her perch. The gates have not yet opened, and she was already sick of some of her teammates. The dwarven engineer kept coddling his turret and petting it lovingly. The sniper couldn't keep the sneer of disgust from her face, but she quelled her disdain long enough to turn her gaze and tune out his incessant compliments to his creation.
Instead, she turned her sharpened eyes to Mondatta's golden statue which gleamed in front of her, and she stared at his head, exactly where she placed the bullet between his eyes.
"Ah," she muttered under her breath, reminiscing. "The site of one of my finest kills."
"Although I wasn't there, I heard it was quite the show."
Tearing her eyes from the monument, she looked to Hanzo as he climbed atop her perch with the agility of a cat. He gave an impatient sigh as he sat across from her, cross-legged. "This is taking longer than it should."
Widowmaker hummed in agreement, but said nothing more.
The archer remained silent in turn, opting to stare at the top gate. Through the tinted glass, he could see a flash of movement. There was anticipation in the air - he could feel that the doors would open in a few moments, chaos would ensue, and the slaughter would begin. His face remained impassive, but Widowmaker readied her sniper with a predatory gleam in her eyes.
At last, the gates moved aside, and the familiar shouts of battle echoed through the air. Behind her, Hanzo had already let loose an arrow, and he watched as it embedded itself into his unknown opponent. He already knew that they were dead as he nocked another arrow in preparation for another kill.
She, on the other hand, kept her eyes on the ground. The ring of the bullet flying at lightning speed was music to her ears, and with expertise she killed the enemy McCree in a heartbeat. She didn't spare him a passing glance as she turned her cross hair onto a head of blonde flying across the battlefield.
One shot, and Mercy fell from the skies.
Hanzo cursed as the rest of their opponents hid behind the opposite wall, effectively blocking them from their view. He jumped from Widowmaker's hideout to an adjacent wall, where he climbed the stone to get a better angle.
She smirked. "Amateur."
He didn't give her more than a questioning eye before he continued his ascent. She knew that he wouldn't get any more of her kills, though. She'd make sure of it.
Rising to her full height, the sniper aimed her arm at Mondatta's golden head, shooting her grappling hook and finding purchase. At full speed, the assassin launched herself high into the air, releasing her hold on the statue at the last second and sending her flying on an arc. Widowmaker quickly opened her scope, and with expert accuracy, shot Zenyatta in the head before safely rolling on the ground.
Without giving anyone else time to recover, she aimed and fired another at Winston, finishing off Hanzo's work before he could land the killing blow. The giant's body fell to the earth, crushing the robot's fragile corpse under his immense weight.
Above her, she heard the telltale war cry of the flying rockets.
"Justice, rains from a-"
Pharah's body crashed to the ground without grace as Widowmaker withdrew her scope from her eyes, an arrogant smile on her lips. Hanzo leapt from his roof and landed into a roll next to her. Eyeing the mess of bodies, notably Winston's, he only sniffed, seemingly unimpressed. "You stole my kill."
Widowmaker rolled her eyes as she smirked. "C'est comme ça*," she remarked jokingly. "Amateur."
*That's how it is.
That hookshot though.