Paladins x Overwatch Chapter 1

Author note: I had this on mind for a long time. I want to turn this whole Overwatch vs Paladins thing in a good way. So her is the probably first Overwatch and Paladins crossover. I own nothing (Except a few self made aspects of character stories.) Also its my first fanfiction ever. You know the drill.

Finally Makoa had climbed the mountain. It sure was cold but most importantly, it was quiet. He took in his meditation stance to ban every last noise from his head. The blowing wind, the little sound of a snowflake, the rattling chain of the anchor at his side. It all was gone. Except for one penetrating sound in the distance.

*Boom*

*Boom*

Junkrat: Huahhahahaa. Plus 0.2% explosion radius, minus 0.01% explosion delay. Its perfect!

Roadhog: Is it really that important?

Junkrat: ITS PERFECT ROADHOG! I am the bomb master here.

Roadhog: If you say so. But why did we have to go on this stupid mountain to test the bombs?

Junkrat: Any other ideas?

Roadhog: How about somewhere where we don´t risk to cause avalanche?

Junkrat: What are you talking about? Your so funny sometimes.

Roadhog was pissed. Not only dragged Junkrat him to this cold place, he also bombed him with confusing numbers and calculations. It was one of those days he drowned in regret to be this guy´s bodyguard. Junkrat placed his Frag Launcher on his shoulder, waving Roadhog to follow him.

Junkrat: Come on! We still have to reach our daily amount of collateral damage. If we-

As he turned around, a big figure, which appeared to be a giant turtle with an anchor in one and a ship cannon in his, other hand stood four meter before him. His eyes filled with fury, the turtle started speaking in a deep, loud voice:

Makoa: Who are you? Are you causing these explosions?

In the matter of a second Junkrats expression changed from confusion to a bright smile.

Junkrat: Grrrreetings! My name is Junkrat and this is indeed my masterpiece. *pointing at the craters his bombs left on the ground.* I´m the great criminal who causes mayhem where he stands, the master of bombs. Please no pictures. No autographs. Thanks. Now get out of my way.

Unimpressed from his comprehensive introduction Makoa just glared at Junkrat. He raised his anchor and threw it at the crazy creature he could hardly describe as a human. Instead of pulling Junkrat toward him the ancient warrior threw him over his head. The momentum of the anchor sent him flying far away, down the mountain. After Junkrat disappeared out of the sight, screaming in a high-pitched voice. Makoa turned to Roadhog who kept quiet the whole time.

Roadhog: You know, we are not exactly friends, but the guy you just tossed was my client. And if you force me to do my job you will get yourself killed.

Roadhog loaded his Scrap Gun, ready to fight the strange turtle creature. Said creature also loaded his gun and reeled in his anchor.

Makoa: Bring it.

When Junkrat opened his eyes he felt dizzy. Not the way he always was, more like how-did-I-survive-this-fall-dizzy. He tried to stand up. Thankfully his favorite bones were not broken so he humped to a tree stump to sit down. Just now he looked around. He was in some kind of forest. The leaves of the trees had a saturated green to them. Colorful butterflies were flying around him.

He heard a bird singing his song. Junkrat closed his eyes to determine in which direction he had to shoot to silence the song as he heard another sound. It sounded like cheering from not too far away. He stood up up again and slowly made his way towards the source of the cheering.

After a while he came to a wooden cashier´s house. Inside the house stood a thin man out of metal. He had a ignition cord on his head and he looked like a poorly build puppet. The mad man walked up to the cashier and looked at him closely. The man started to speak in a metallic voice.

Cashier: 799 bucks per ticket.

Junkrat: One ticket please.

Junkrat searched his clothes for the bracelets he still had with him since his last robbing tour. He pulled out three golden bracelets and held them out to the cashier.

Junkrat: Will this do?

The cashier took the bracelets and stored them inside a in his stomach and stretched his hand out to give the customer his ticket.

Cashier: Thanks. Enjoy the show.

Junkrat took the ticket and walked past the house, inside a gate of the fence behind the house.

Meanwhile Makoas and Roadhogs fight was still ongoing. Makoa shot a cannonball towards Roadhog. This guy was a though foe. He dodged the hook but Roadhog managed to land a perfect hit on Makoa with his shrapnel ball. The humanoid turtle tried to focus again and took a defensive stance. Roadhog however lost all his patience and pulled out his secret weapon. He adjusted a top-loader on his scrap gun and filled it with as much munition as he could. He released a constant stream of shrapnel at Makoa. The Ancient was still able to block the fire with his shell shield but not long enough. Makoa had enough experience with these situations. He used his shell spin to position himself behind Roadhog and prepared his anchor for a counter attack. Just as the top-loader ran out of ammo, the owner got hit by the anchor and pulled right in front of Makoa where he received two cannonballs right into his face and belly. Roadhog fell backward on the ground. Still laying on the ground he fired another shrapnel ball. This time the turtle was able to dodge but that just gave him enough time to take a deep breath from his special bottle. Makoas eyes widened seeing his opponent standing up as if nothing happened.

Makoa: You are pesky.

Roadhog: I will always kill before I die. Whatever you are, it is always fun to kill a new species.

Makoa: Very well.

To escape the incoming fire Makoa jumped down to to another stone platform. He turned around and fired more cannonballs up to the guy with the gas mask. At the same time Makoa and Roadhog tossed their anchor and hook at each other. They both missed but then they pulled their chains back the anchor and the hook got stuck on each other. Both sides pulled with all their might but didn't notice that the platforms started moving. The higher stone platform started to crack and broke into pieces. The falling debris caused the second platform to fall. Makoa protected himself with his shield but the the long fall was still to much. He opened his eyes, They was in a valley between cracked stones. Meanwhile Roadhog was standing on his feet again and started to fire blast after blast at his enemy who was still laying on the ground. His shell protected him from the shrapnel but he was annoyed, angry and would probably catch a cold.

Makoa: Who does he think he is? Attacking his opponent while he is laying on the ground. THIS MINDLESS PIG!

He heard his ancestors screaming inside his head. Inside his heart. As they became louder he felt his power coming back. His wounds healed at a rapid rate. Makoa stood up leaving his cannon on the ground and dashed with a shell spin into Roadhog, swinging his anchor with great force and speed at him. He punched the pig into a wall and dragged him back with the anchor. Then he ended it with one last hit. Roadhog was dead. The victorious warrior calmed down and picked up his cannon. He looked around. The snowstorm had intensified since the start of the battle, so Makoa was not able to seek out a way out of the valley. He wandered around but there was still no sign of an potential exit. He started to feel that the cold wind was getting to him. His movement became slower and slower until his eyes closed again.

Author Notes: That's it. The first Chapter of Paladins x Overwatch. I still have more in store but I don´t know then I will update this story. Maybe tomorrow or maybe your grandson will have to read it to you. Anyway hope you enjoyed it. See ya.