Reaper materialized from the shadows, forming first his body, then his clear outline and clothes, and finally his signature weapons, two identical shotgun pistols.
The Medic, relying on the Soldier's help, simply drew his syringe gun and pointed in menacingly at Tracer and Mercy.
Reaper wasn't about to warn him. He simply lowered his gun, pointed it at the exposed back of the German doctor, and fired, blowing a hole in his chest that the Scout could have fit through.
"Oh."
The Medic fell to his knees, coughed up blood, and then fell on his face, unconscious.
Reaper took a step forward, and smiled under his mask. What he didn't know, however, was that while the Soldier didn't have the Medic's back, two others did.
Far beneath them, grappling in hand-to-hand combat with the massive military Omnic Bastion, was the Heavy Weapons Guy, watching the entire fight. Seeing the Medic fall, the Heavy exploded.
"NOOO! DOCTOR!"
The Heavy grabbed Bastion and suddenly felt an explosion of strength, slamming the machine into the ground with all his force, denting his face. He then ignored the downed Bastion, charging up the clifface to the rescue of his long-time friend. He wasn't about to let the Medic die.
Meanwhile, another merc had been watching the turn of events. He was preparing to pull his trigger when the Reaper fired, and he had drawn backward in near-disbeleif when he saw the Medic take the hit. Now, he'd drawn another bead on the newly-appeared member of Overwatch, and fired.
The Sniper's bullet hummed through the air and hit it's target, just like always. Reaper hit the ground hard, a quarter of his skull blown off. For him, of course, this was only a temporary issue, but it hurt like hell nonetheless.
"Damn it!"
He rolled to the side, the chunk of his head that had been destroyed turning to smoke and reattatching to his main body. Regenerated in about 30 seconds, Reaper pulled up a comm. device.
"Widowmaker! The sniper is still active! We need you to provide cover fire- NOW!"
The voice on the other end replied in turn.
"That won't be a problem, Reaper. I'll have him dead in a minute."
Reaper turned to his newest problem, a furious, massive, hulking Russian man who had just climbed a cliff specifically for the purpose of breaking him and all of his allies over his knee. The Heavy was obviously extremely unhappy, to say the least.
"Well aren't you a cute little Trick-or-treater."
"I've killed bigger brutes than you, grizzly."
"And I've broken men in half for less than what you've done. Step away from the Medic if you want to live another minute."
"Spoiler alert, big guy. He's dead."
"You're not the only one who's gotten out of bullet wounds without so much as a scar to show for it. His brain is still working. Therefore, I have motivation to let you go so I can help him."
"Sorry. I'm getting paid to kill you, not to let you get away."
"And I am getting paid to survive. So I suppose I have a bit more motivation in the matter than you."
"Maybe. Mercy, Tracer, back up Genji and get out, now. This is my fight."
"Sure, love. As long as you do your job."
"I'll get it done. I always do."
"… I know."
"ENOUGH TALK! If I have to break you, then let's at least get to it! My friend is dying because of you, and the least you can do is give me a chance to get back at you for it, 'eh?"
Reaper didn't reply, instead drawing one of his guns and aiming it at the Medic's prone body.
Before he had a chance to fire, though, his head was blown clean off his shoulders by a close-range shotgun blast.
The Heavy did indeed draw his shotgun, but he wasn't the one who fired the shot. Instead, it had come from the Scout.
"Hey, Heavy. The Doc's gotten me outta quite a few tough scrapes too, y'know. Ya didn't think I was just gonna let this sonovabitch kill 'im, did ya?"
"No, Scout. I didn't. I know you too well for that."
"Hey. Thanks. But, uh, I gotta go. There's a psychopath with a sword 'bout to kill the Demo."
"No he is not."
"Oh, shit. The caber. HEY! LET'S TRY TO NOT KILL OURSELVES RIGHT AWAY, HEY?"
The Heavy patiently waited for Reaper to regenerate. When he did, he simply stood there staring.
"You can't kill me."
"I gave you a chance, mercenary."
"And what chance was that?"
"I offered to fight you, man to man. I offered to give you a chance. And instead, you tried to murder my friend in cold blood. Even we do not do that, killer."
"Is that so? Because a girl told me a story once. A story about how her best friend was found with his brains blown out, after taking three arrows to the head and throat. And how she did her homework and found the one man on earth who kills that way."
The Heavy put his hands in his pockets and smiled a bit, before laughing out loud.
"HA! That is what this is about? Some girl thinks that the Sniper killed her friend, and so she hired a force of mercenaries to kill him and his allies? The Sniper hasn't taken any contracts in over twenty months! The only man he's tried to kill so far is Grey Mann, and he isn't even… oh. No, that can't-"
In the middle of his sentence, the Heavy himself was shot to the ground by a blast from a faraway sniper. The Widowmaker had found a nice little cave to set up shop in, and pending locating the Sniper, she decided to eliminate the Heavy. The Russian fought for his life, but eventually succumbed to unconciousness and fell to the ground, slowly bleeding, next to the Medic. They still lived, but not for long.
Reaper debated whether or not to kill them. Eventually he decided on not. Perhaps there was a misunderstanding, and he killed because he had reasons to, not for fun. If these men were strong enough to survive, he'd let them.
Tracer had no such thoughts as she fought the Scout.
A kick to the face.
A shot to the leg.
A sweep on the ankles.
A punch in the solar plexus.
All were delivered with an intent to allow the next move to be a killing blow, but the Scout just recovered too fast. The kid could do a kip-up with his hands, roll backwards, and be back on his feet and in fighting stance a quarter of a second after she put him on the ground.
She looked around and it suddenly hit her.
The Soldier.
The Demoman.
The Medic.
The Heavy.
The Scout.
They were all here. Half of the enemy team was in one place.
And that meant it was time. She pulled out the device and threw it on the Scout's torso.
STUCK!