Silver darts forward, two jabs flicker through the air followed by the knife, its reach extended with the help of a lunge. Widowmaker slips the first two blows and pulls back from the third. With a kick, Widowmaker sends a rolling chair into Silver's path. Silver snarls before bringing her heel down into the chair with the force of a sledgehammer, crushing it into a pile of plastic and foam.
Widowmaker's boot arcs towards Silver's head, but instead it slams into the woman's forearm brought up in a block. The force of the kick reverberates back up Widowmaker's leg along with sharp spikes of pain. She ducks down avoiding another round of punches and then jumps onto the desk out of Silver's reach. It feels like she just kicked an iron statue. Okay, she should have seen that coming.
Silver lunges again and Widowmaker slips away, not bothering to return any of the blows. A sinking feeling grows in her stomach. Her adversary doesn't even have to win this fight; she just has to keep Widowmaker here until someone who knows her shutdown code gets to her. There's no way Moira is letting her special little project slip through her fingers again.
Widowmaker continues to dance out of Silver's reach. She waits for the catch in Silver's rhythm when the woman takes a big breath after the one-one-two combo and takes aim. This has gone on long enough. Widowmaker fires her grappling hook directly at the other woman's face. With a jerk, Silver twists sideways just fast enough for the claw to only leave a shallow cut in her cheek.
"Missed!" Silver cries out triumphantly.
The grapple reels in the seven-kilogram, stainless steel, touchscreen outfitted office coffeemaker slamming it into the back of Silver's head.
While Silver staggers, Widowmaker whips the grappling cable and its new weighted end around in circles. She allows herself a smirk. Silver stands and lets out a snarl of frustration. The other woman brings one leg up high in the air and brings her heel straight down on the floor, the tile shatters on impact. Silver drives her hands, spade like, into the floor and comes up holding jagged pieces of ceramic.
Chunks of tile and grout fly over Widowmaker's head like a demented Frisbee. Glass and plastic shatter behind her but she pays it no mind diving to the ground. More ceramic missiles rain down on the spot she stood seconds ago. Coming out of the roll she snaps the cable. Silver flinches, giving Widowmaker time to stand. Silver throws another piece of tile at her but Widowmaker bats it away with her new chain whip.
Widowmaker sends the battered piece of metal that was a coffee maker flying towards Silver's head, once, twice, three times. And now it's Silver who's being forced to slowly back up towards the door. She might actually make it.
But then, maybe her throw is just a little too slow, or maybe she was too repetitive in her attacks with the new weapon, or maybe Silver decided to take a chance, either way, the outcome is the same; pale hands with silver nail polish lock onto the cable that is attached to Widowmaker's arm and pulls.
Widowmaker's shoulder pops out of place as she's hauled forward and it's all she can do to use her momentum and kick her enemy's face. It doesn't do much but it's the principle of the thing.
A grip like iron clamps down on her right ankle, but Widowmaker has already thrown some of the cable around Silver's neck in a coil and is going for the knife. Silver grabs Widowmaker in a bear hug, popping her shoulder back into place, and lifts.
Kicking and writhing Widowmaker doesn't make it easy for Silver who's swearing up a storm despite the cable tightening around her throat. And then from her raised position Widowmaker spots a screen that hasn't been shattered showing Reaper.
He stands in the middle of a circle of security guards with his hands raised above his head. But Reaper eats untrained flunkies like that for breakfast. He's not that injured, he could just shadow-step away. What is he- oh.
Oh, no.
"Heh," Reaper licks a drop of blood off his lip waiting for the hole in his head to knit itself back together. "Not too shabby for a bunch of lumps that have never run a practice drill in their life."
He reaches towards his chest causing a fresh wave of shouting and gun-waving from the ring of guards around him.
"But I'm going to give you a piece of advice."
Using his talons, he slips a shotgun shell out of its holder on his chest.
Widowmaker makes eye contact with Silver before smashing her head into Silver's face. Pain lances through Widowmaker's forehead on contact with the metal relief of a face. Widowmaker drives her knee into the woman's stomach.
This time Silver lets out a strangled gasp and loosens her grip. As Widowmaker suspected, Silver must be aware of the danger to properly shield herself from it.
Widowmaker throws herself under the security station desk, clamps her hands over her ears, and closes her eyes.
"When in doubt? C4." A metal claw-tipped thumb presses down on the shotgun shell shaped plunger.
The explosion shakes the very foundation of the building, the shockwave rips through every floor, and the blast shatters windows, monitors, and glass instruments alike.
Widowmaker opens her eyes to dust floating through the air, flickering emergency lights, and ringing in her ears. Standing, she makes her way through broken monitors and topped chairs to the prone form on the floor. Silver is on the floor covered with insulation fluff and ceiling tiles but moving. She's already trying to get to her knees by the time Widowmaker reaches her.
Widowmaker kneels, places the muzzle of Widow's Kiss flush to Silver's eye, and pulls the trigger.
Silver collapses.
Finally.
Slinging her rifle over her shoulder, Widowmaker takes a deep breath in and then lets it flow out of her.
Reaper is here. Reaper came back for her. Reaper will have a plan. If she can get to him, she might be able to actually leave. She just has to get to him.
Widowmaker takes one step towards the exit and then stumbles. A grip like iron is latched onto her ankle. A hand with silver spiked knuckles emerges from out under the rubble.
Why won't she just stay down?
Silver gets one foot underneath her and meets Widowmaker's gaze. Blood and liquid mercury drip down her face, one eye socket is filled with the silver liquid, slowly shifting into a more spherical shape, burned skin, and more flecks of metal pepper the rest of her face. But the look in her eye isn't one of wrath, it's one of fatigue, of resignation. Widowmaker knows that look, she's seen it many times on herself.
"Please," Widowmaker says, "Just let me leave."
"Sorry." Silver sounds genuine but then her expression hardens with resolve. "But I need this more than you."
Gritting her teeth, Widowmaker pushes down her aches, her pain, her fear, and prepares to fight.
There's a sound like air whistling through a tunnel with light synthetic overtones. A very familiar sound. Widowmaker throws herself to the ground on instinct. There's a flash of light, a solid crack, and the crushing force on her ankle is gone. She opens her eyes to find a woman wearing a bright orange bodysuit with wild brown hair standing between her and Silver, who is holding her face in pain.
Tracer stands there breathing hard, streaked with ash, what looks like a leg in her hand, and gives Widowmaker a blinding smile.
The second chapter of the three as promised.
I am currently writing chpt 31/32 on my phone over my lunch breaks.
Reaper's shotgun shells do something because I say so.
More Silver lore:
The idea was to create to use nanobots that could encase injured body parts in the middle of battle to reduce casualties. The problem was the human body is constantly replacing cells which the nanobots saw as "damage" and would basically take over a soldier's body until they were a hunk of metal.
Silver is a special case because the nanobots have integrated with her nervous system and responds to mental commands like a limb would. Silver needs to intake a lot of iron, copper, and other metals otherwise the nanobot will steal it from her red blood cells and other places. Silver also weights a lot because she is full of metal.
Most of the time the nanites hang out in her bones but they are still slowly taking over her body turning her into a living statue.
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