"Seriously, can't we have one mission without you barging in?" Survivor complained, walking to his partner's sides. Reaper chuckled malevolently, raising his shotguns.
"Gabriel, stop!" Genji barked, raising his short sword. Hanzo aimed his bow and Survivor just sighed, looking around for his knife.
"Three against one? Hardly fair," Hanzo said. "Retreat, demon."
"Who said I was alone?" Reaper asked smugly. A click could be heard to the left and the group turned to see Widowmaker by the stairs, looking through her rifle. Hanzo aimed at her now.
"Ok, two versus one. Not bad odds," Survivor murmured nervously, looking around. He had a bad feeling about this.
"Que dijiste, vato?" Sombra asked, appearing from thin air to the right, at the entrance to the porch. She smiled cockily and blew a strand of hair away from her face.
"I called that!" Survivor yelled, turning to face her.
"Where are the rest of your men?" Genji asked, focused solely on Reaper.
"I wanted this to be between us," Reaper replied slowly. "My men seem to be…incapable."
"Damn right," Survivor whispered with a grin. "And so are you guys."
"Talon could restore your family's empire," Widowmaker said to Hanzo, the two still aiming at each other. The message was obvious: Join us.
"But at what cost?" Hanzo asked.
"Enough talking already! I'm bored. Aburrida," Sombra complained, to which Survivor smiled.
"Alguien esta lista para perder, eh?" He challenged.
"Enough talking," Hanzo ended. "Let us through or we will cut through you!"
The six of them went silent. Reaper and Genji, Widowmaker and Hanzo, Sombra and Survivor all stared at each other. Suddenly, as if ordered to, the six of them sprang into action.
Reaper fired at Genji and he deflected, dashing to meet his former commander. Widowmaker and Hanzo both let loose, their first shots clashing in the air. Hanzo rolled to the side and climbed up the wall. Sombra winked at Survivor then disappeared, only to reappear tackling him. He fell back and rolled to his feet, grabbing his knife in the process and throwing it at her.
"Just die!" Reaper said, spinning and firing again and again. Genji was playing a very dangerous game of tag with his enemy, circling around him as he deflected and dodged, finding any opening to attack. Reaper growled in anger as Genji sped forward in a flash of green and cut his ankle, then again.
"You should be dead, Gabriel," Genji answered, throwing shuriken. Reaper dissipating and floated up towards the second floor, looking down at Genji.
"I am death…and death does not die," He growled.
Genji climbed up a column to meet him, shotgun spray painting the wood below him.
Hanzo was having worse luck against Widowmaker. The assassin had met him on the third floor on the left, the two were engaging in a deadly dance. A combination of spins, attacks, and gunfire could be seen. Hanzo swiped with his bow, Widowmaker gracefully spun away and fired at him, but he dodged it by an inch. She fired again and he rolled to the staircase.
"See through the dragon's eyes," He murmured, firing an arrow. Suddenly he could see Widowmaker all in red, carefully approaching the entrance of the stairs. He aimed at the opposite wall and fired. His arrow hits and sprouts into several arrows, all speeding out the entrance towards Widow. The woman flipped back and raised her gun, dodging and blocking arrows. Hanzo sprung out and tackled her off, sending her to the first floor. Halfway there she launched her grappling hook and flew upwards, kicking him in the face, landing, then kicking him back again.
Sombra had disappeared, leaving Survivor alone in the center of the room. He pulled out his new sword, holding it high and slowly turning a circle, looking for anything that might give her away. A little distortion in the air? The sound of footsteps? He closed his eyes and stood still, listening intently.
Suddenly he spun 180 degrees, slashing at thin air. He heard Sombra yelp and she appeared flipping back with only a bit of blood falling. She fired at him and he deflected the bullets easily, charging her. She simply disappeared again.
"You think you're strong?" Sombra asked behind him, kicking him on the side. He spun and then felt three claws slice at his back. "You think you can beat us?" He growled and turned around once more, only to get punched from the side and knocked down. Sombra appeared in front of him, aiming her gun at his head.
"You think those words make you tough?" He asked, spitting to the side.
"Just give up already, sheesh," Sombra said, rolling her eyes.
He rolled to the side as she pulled the trigger and spun, tripping her, immediately dropping his sword and grappling with her for the gun. Sombra fought, well, like a vicious cat. She shook wildly, punching, clawing, and Survivor had to pull his neck back more than once from her purple claws. Finally, he pulled the gun away and she kicked him off, the two stood and faced each other, him pointing the gun at her this time.
"Why are you doing this? You don't seem like the kind of person to take orders," He asked. She slowly walked to his right, his gun following her movement.
"Well, you don't know me," Sombra answered, but she seemed very amused. "Nobody does."
"I see why you're called Sombra then." He took a step forward and she stopped moving, her claws ready to strike. "It's over, disappear and I'll spray bullets everywhere, move and I'll shoot. Just give up."
"It's over?" She laughed, pretending to wipe a tear. "Por favor! Look around, Alessandro."
Hesitantly, he did so. He realized with a chill he had been ignoring the sounds of battle. He first spotted Genji being held high by Reaper, a smoky hand around his throat.
"I know everything about you," Reaper growled. "Your moves, your mannerisms, all of it. I was your commander; did you think you could beat me?"
Before Reaper could react Genji pulled out his short sword and slashed at his wrist, freeing himself and retreated to the center of the room, several meters away from Sombra and Survivor. A few moments later Hanzo fell to the floor, rolling behind a column as Widowmaker fired.
Before Survivor could react something disarmed him, kneed him in the stomach, knocked him off his feet and pushed him to the ground. He felt an arm around his throat, beginning to cut off his air.
"You have no weapons or armor," Sombra whispered into his ear. "Your body is half burned, it's a miracle you're feeling so well as if to fight…and maybe at full strength you'd win, but not like this, no. Yo tengo la ventaja."
Survivor grabbed onto her arm, trying to suck in some air but Sombra pressed tighter, her other hand on his head so he couldn't head butt her. He realized she was right, his battle with Hanzo had him disarmed and wounded. But they couldn't lose, couldn't afford it. He looked at Reaper and saw him slowly advanced, saw Widowmaker smiling a bit as she fired and almost hit home.
That's what he realized what had to happen.
"Y-you're wrong," He choked out, one hand reaching for her gun. She pressed harder and he gagged, nearly blacking out, but he managed to grab the gun.
"You can't even shoot me, just give it up," Sombra hissed.
"Wrong, I can," He answered with a smirk, pressing the barrel of the gun against the right side of his stomach. "It'll just hurt me like a bitch."
"Estas loco-"
Both Sombra and Survivor yelled in pain as he pulled the trigger and a single bullet tore through them. Both of them fell to the ground.
"Genji, Hanzo!" He yelled, clutching his wound. "Switch it up! I got Reaper! Hanzo has Sombra, Genji has Widowmaker!"
"What- You can't fight like-" Genji began.
"JUST DO IT!" He yelled, picking up my sword and dashing to Reaper.
Genji bared three shurikens and threw them at Widowmaker, her bullets hit two and she dodged the third. Without hesitation, he slashed up to her level. She fired and he deflected her shots, slashing at her. She dodged it as well but this time there was no competition: Genji's swordplay was much faster than Widowmaker's bullets and kicks. Genji cut her leg, then her waist then kicked her into the stairs entranced where she finally rolled down. He tried to follow but her rounds hit the wall by the entrance, keeping him away.
Hanzo had turned to Sombra, his confidence only bigger. The bullet had grazed her but didn't go through her, like Survivor. She reloaded her weapon and sneered at the archer, disappearing. Hanzo fired an arrow upward and suddenly he could see her outline, despite her invisibility. He pulled another arrow and pretended to search for her, waiting for her to get close.
"Ha!" He cheered, spinning and letting the projectile fly. It cut Sombra's cheek and she reappeared. Before she could fire he was on her, a mix of kicks and hard hits from his bow. He slammed her upwards, spinning and hitting again, then breaking her nose with her palm. She let out a short cry of pain the clenched her teeth, glaring at him.
Survivor slid underneath Reaper's first two shots, spinning low and cutting at his legs. He got to his feet and the sword clashed against his shotguns, the two of them struggling to push the other. Reaper easily began forcing Survivor to a knee, his shotgun's barrels slowly pointing at the boy's face.
"Smart," He murmured. "But even if Widowmaker and Sombra are handled, you can't kill me."
"Is that a challenge?" I asked quickly, grunting with effort. "Because I'm up to it."
"Look at you, you're roadkill," Reaper hissed, dissipating. Survivor stumbled forward in surprise and spun, only to have a hand wrapped around his neck. "You are wounded, you are weak, your soul is mine."
He would have made a joke but he realized Reaper was being literal. Survivor could feel it, something in him was being pulled to Reaper. Each second he felt weaker, more disconnected from the world. His sword fell to the ground and as his arms grew limp, his eyes felt heavy.
"Yes…" Reaper purred, pressing against his throat tighter. "Give it to me."
"What…are you?" I asked, forcing myself to grab his arm, to try and fight it.
"I am Death," He replied quietly. "And this is my curse. Now die."
Survivor stared right into his mask and saw two red orbs glowing where his eyes should be. He had the sense that Reaper was smiling at that moment. He decided in that moment that Reaper wasn't human, he could be sure of that, this thing had to be a demon of some sort.
"Survivor!" Genji yelled, but Widowmaker appeared behind him and hit him with the butt of her gun, knocking him down. He rolled and raised his sword as she fired, but was unable to go to Survivor's aid.
"No…" Survivor murmured.
He was not dying, not today, not when there was so much to do. He couldn't die yet; he wouldn't die yet. Not to this demon.
"Die," Reaper repeated.
"NO!" Survivor yelled.
As if someone had given him an adrenaline shot, energy unexpectedly filled his body. His grip on Reaper's arm grew strong and his eyes opened, seeing with clarity. His pain disappeared, replaced by burning anger.
"What?!" Reaper leaned back instinctively, surprised. Survivor, with a strength he shouldn't possess literally wrenched Reaper's hand open and fell to the ground. He tackled the demon and punched him furiously. Once, twice, three times. He intertwined his fingers and raised his hands, bringing them both down on Reaper's mask with a furious yell.
"Die," Survivor hissed, breathing hard. He realized the mask was cracked and Reaper wasn't moving.
"That…shouldn't be possible," Reaper murmured, his body slowly beginning to disappear. "I will…kill you."
He disappeared into the air, leaving Survivor kneeling on the floor, all his energy spent.
"Araña!" Sombra called, glaring at Survivor. "Vamonos!"
Widowmaker seemed annoyed but quickly grappled out of a window disappearing into the night. Sombra disappeared and didn't reappear to any of them. Everything was quiet and still.
"How did you do that?" Hanzo asked, his voice in awe. After a moment Survivor realized they were staring at him.
"Do what? I just fought him," He answered tiredly.
"You're burnt, your armor is broken, your weapon was gone-"
"You have pieces of armor in you," Genji added, cursing in Japanese. "We'll need Mercy to perform surgery. But you shouldn't be able to move, let alone fight."
I frowned and looked at my body, realizing they were right. The armor had, in some places, gotten stuck to me, but besides that I had nothing. Sombra's cuts were gone, my burns from Hanzo's dragon, I was fine. I felt incredibly tired, but I wasn't too injured.
"The burns are gone," I announced. "Cuts too, my-" I froze, just now realizing the weirdest thing of all. "My gunshot wound is gone. It's completely gone."
"What do you mean it's gone?" Hanzo asked.
"Get over here and see for yourself!"
The two of them made their way to me and were just as surprised to see me healed. When I tried to pull the pieces of the armor off it wouldn't budge, apparently stuck to my body. I frowned and gripped it harder, holding my breath.
"I don't believe that is a wise choice," Genji warned.
I ignored him and, with a grunt of pain, pulled the armor off. A sharp pain shot through my chest and arms, but it left quickly. I threw my armor aside and sighed in relief. Once I looked down again I realized the only wounds I had were from where the armor had stuck to me. Nothing else, and no scars.
"I don't understand, is this the kind of technology Overwatch possesses?" Hanzo questioned, looking around.
"No, his armor isn't capable of that healing. Even our most advanced machinery needs more time," His brother replied. "We don't have time to ponder this. Our allies should be on their way."
"Pharah, Mercy and I will meet Symetra," Survivor remembered, yawning. "You two will go back to base."
"Yes, but if you feel your wounds-"
"I feel fine, honestly," Survivor answered with a small smile. "Good, in fact. I think I'll sleep on the way there."
With that, Survivor fell on his back and closed his eyes. Hanzo tensed, as if worried, but Genji raised a hand and chuckled.
"Let him sleep, he is well," Genji said, approaching his pupil and gently picking him up in his arms. "He will need his rest for the next mission."