Pilar could barely hear a thing. It was as though her head was in a vaccum, sucking all sound and voices from the air. Her eyes were fixed on the man before her, the man she hadonce known as her father. Not much had changed from the last time she had seen him; perhaps there were a bit more creases around his eyes, and the definite frown lines had deepened since they last spoke. There was a deadness in his eyes that only seemed to disappear when he cast his gaze on his daughter–perhaps a shred of hope within his old, grizzled self. Still, Pilar did not allow him the joy of what her presence might have brought him. With a furious growl, she dug the end of Relampago into the ground, the bladed end sparking like a flash of anger, as though the weapon was an extension of her being.

"Not long enough," she spat, her eyes narrowing when he steadily approached. She did not trust him, and she would not allow him within a few feet of her. Quickly as a flash of lightning, Relampago was not pointed at the man before her, and Pablo hesitated for only a moment, his eyes flashing to several scrapes on her cheek and left arm, from where she had fallen when the building had fell.

"You're hurt, hija," he murmured, turning his gaze from her for only a moment. Dark eyes, the exact shade of Pilar's, fixed on Sombra as he raised his hand toward her, an apologetic glance flashing in his gaze. "Forgive me, Sombra."

Pilar's fist clenched over Relampago as she heard Sombra hiss behind her, clearly pained, yet she could not drag her gaze from her father whose hand seemed to be enveloped in a reddish haze, dark and malicious. Her lip curled when she realized exactly what the haze was, but before she could say another word, his other hand had reached toward Pilar, the haze traveling across his body and out to her. The mild sting from her scraped skin screamed out in agony for a moment, and Pilar cried out, clutching a hand to her cheek as her father worked hismagic. It had only lasted for a moment, and Pilar realized that her wound had been healed.

"What the hell have you done to yourself, papa?" she asked, her expression turning from angered to horrified. Using blood of someone to heal another…how the hell was it possible? Sangre–Pablo–adjusted the cuff of his right hand, silent in thought as his daughter looked on him as though he were some sort of monster. Of course, that's what he was to her, now, seeing what the experimentation of his organization had done to him Still, he wasn't half as bad as Reyes, but the genetic experiments had rendered him less than human, by this point.

"You're a son-of-a-bitch, Madera," Sombra called from her perch on Trueno's back, gingerly holding her cheek in her hand. Pilar took only a moment to glance at her; it seemed that he had taken what Pilar needed from Sombra in order to heal his daughter properly. "She's not even one of us, and still–"

"She is my daughter," he interrupted angrily, his lip curling in the exact fashion that Pilar's had, not moments before. "Talon or not–"

"Yeah, yeah," Sombra interrupted back, shifting her position on Trueno's back, so that she lay on her stomach along the length of it, her head resting between his horns as her fingers traced circles on his brow. "So are we gonna get this over with already? Or am I going to have to call Gabe as well?"

Gabe? Pilar could hardly believe Reyes, too, joined her father in Talon, but they had been partners in Blackwatch together, once upon a time, and when she tore her gaze back to Madera, the man's features had twisted into fury, nose wrinkled at her threat.

"I don't think so, Sombra," he growled, turning his enraged gaze back at Pilar, who was still stuck between her father and Trueno. From behind her, she could hear Sombra snicker, as though she hit a nerve within the man. "Reyes does not need to be concerned with our mission."

"Your mission, amigo. She's your daughter, not mine. Your daughter and yourweakness." Pilar suddenly felt the tip of her hair grasped between her fingers as Sombra tugged on them lightly, as though teasing her. "You'd be easier just to get rid of, honestly. Attachments get in the way."

Pilar snarled, tugging her hair away as she smacked Sombra's hand with the back of her metal one. Her feelings for her father were hostile, that much was true, but she did not appreciate the way Sombra spoke of her father, immediately aiming Relampago at her face. Her lip curled, fingers tapping against Trueno's brow, and the bull lurched forward, forcing his great head against Pilar's torso roughly, causing her to stumble back as she fought to keep her balance. From behind Sombra, Pilar could hear metal feet marching against the pavement in rhythm, mixed with the footsteps of Talon agents fast approaching. It did not look like she was going to get out of this one without a fight….or her life.

"Why are you doing this?" Pilar demanded, turning on her father angrily. Standing his ground, his hands came to a rest on Pilar's shoulders, forcing her to look at him. He could see the fire in her eyes, the rebellious nature that she took from her mother as she pulled away, a snarl tearing from her lips. She could feel the burn of his hands on her–it was all in her mind, but the betrayal of she and her mother had left a continuous sting, and now, that scar burst open, causing the pain to strike her tenfold.

Sombra watched from her perch, nose wrinkled as the conflict between the father and daughter got nowhere. They were stubborn, unwilling to relent, and just allowing Madera to see her had put a damper on their mission to bring her in. Her fingers tapped against Trueno's head, making a clicking sound against metal, and even as Pilar struck Madera square in the chest, Sombra knew matters had to be taken into her own hands.

"Gabe's coming," she sighed dully, rolling her eyes with disinterest. "Says he should have done it, himself. You're too soft." It was a bold-faced lie, of course, but when she saw the horror flash across his features, she knew she had him fooled.

Rubbing the area on his chest that his daughter had hit, his hand landed on her shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze, before brushing past her, features flickering from horror to rage in an instant. Pausing only to face his partner, his lip curled in the very same fashion Pilar's had, and he jabbed a finger into Sombra's shoulder, brows knitting together dangerously.

"Don't let her escape. And don't harm her."

"You got it, viejo," she assured him with a wink, before Madera had slipped away into the shadows to meet Reyes head-on. Or at least, what he thought would be Reyes.

Chuckling darkly, Sombra slid from her perch on the omnic, lazily swaggering toward where Pilar stood, the latter whirling around, aiming Relampago at her once again. She didn't seem perturbed; eyes flashing, she simply shrugged off Pilar's defensive stance, a hand raised before her, fingers flashing through the air as though typing in a passcode. Unsure as to what she had done, Pilar could not help but to feel a bit uneasy, but as the adrenaline began to pump through her veins, she didn't have time to worry about what Sombra had just done. Instead, she launched herself forward, swinging Relampago like a staff, to knock her feet out from underneath her. She'd been prepared, however, able to dodge the heavy blow to her legs, and she drew her machine-pistol from its holster, aiming it at Pilar the moment the pair of them focused on each other.

"Your dad's a fool, sweetheart," Sombra growled, gingerly touching the raw patch on her face from before. "Yeah, his idea to bring you in might have been worth it once, but he's too soft. It's easier just to kill you than let you live, and play it off as an accident, you know? He'll be too driven by revenge to care anymore…" She paused, tapping her chin in thought, a sneer spreading across her features. "I think I'll just do it, myself, and blame your little friends for it, how about that?"

"I'd like to see you try," Pilar growled, nose wrinkling. She wasn't too keen on dying just yet, and she'd probably be able to work her way out of the situation with a bit of thinking, but the moment she had brought up the junkers, all rationality flew out the window. Like hell she would let them be pulled into this, and while she knew they were more than capable of taking care of themselves, Pilar would have rather stopped it before it begun. With a roar, she launched forward, startling Sombra momentarily as the Spaniard pushed toward her. Activating the mechanisms within, Pilar readied her banderillas, aiming to hit Sombra directly rather than at her feet. Her emotions were in a whirl, and she honestly didn't know what she was doing, only that she had to fight on and keep her family from getting the blame of her own death.

She drew nearer, and after Sombra composed herself, her hand was in the air again, her smile causing Pilar a mild panic. It was smug, knowing, and as she released the mechanisms that would cause the banderillas to launch, she felt the arm seize up, forcing her to stop, mid-gait, jerking her shoulder painfully when she stopped.

"You're as much of a fool as Madera is, eh? You're not getting anywhere with that arm."

Pilar's face twisted in horror as the arm began to work of its own accord, or rather, Sombra's will, and the banderilla that she had prepared was launched at the ground, not a foot away from Pilar, and easily within shocking distance. Knowing immediately Sombra's plan, Pilar tried to run, but with her arm moving without her command, she was stuck as it flailed about. Try as she might to tear it from her shoulder, it made it impossible to get near it without a sharp smack.

"Have fun, amiga. Don't let the omnics get ya~"

With a snap of her fingers, Pilar was suddenly enveloped in an electrical charge, and she cried out as her entire body seemed to cramp at once. She'd never been the victim of her own attacks, but god, she never wanted to be again. Her legs giving out, she fell to the ground with a hard thud, feeling her head hit concrete. The moment the bolt had dissipated, she was numb, struggling to push herself up, even if it were just to get a look at the enemy.

Sombra looked back for a moment, a smirk fixed on her lips, waving at Pilar before disappearing into the air, leaving her at the mercy of the bastion units.

And Trueno.

Reaching for Relampago, she watched as the omnic bull stomped toward her, his red eyes glowing dangerously, sparks flying between the tips of both of his horns. There would be no escaping for her; there would only be so much she could do to fight against her friend, her companion, and yet she still struggled to rise, using her polearm to support her as she got to her feet. Her entire body was sore, and it felt as though her skin had been rubbed raw after the shock, but seeing Trueno's hoof drag across the ground as he prepared to launch himself at her, the bastion units slowly flanking him, Pilar realized what kind of trouble she really was in. It wasnothing compared to the bank.

"Trueno," she croaked, feeling tears begin to well up in her eyes, realizing there would be no getting through to him. "Trueno, you've got to be in there, I know you are." The bull stopped only for a moment, his great head tilting as he listened to her words. She almost thought she his eyes glitch back to their normal blue color, but blinking once, they had returned to their evil red, matching the bastions that surrounded him on either side.

"So this is how it ends….Trueno, please."

He lowered his head, horns pointing at Pilar, electricity connecting the two by the points. There was enough energy within him to kill a man–she knew, she helped design him–and it was that which would put an end to her. If only…

"I'м ѕorry, Pιlαr."