They heard the scream of metal and screech of hinges before they saw her. Evelyn hovered over them, glaring over the five that remained. An ear rending screech came from her helmet, a sound that caused everyone's muscles to seize up and freeze them to the spot, an ultrasonic weapon.

Angela had been at the edge of sleep as the remaining prisoners left. Now, looking up at her, she froze for the first time that night. For a moment, Evelyn loomed over her, like a bird of prey, and then dived. At Sparrow.

Sparrow had been hit badly by the screech, and he went limp as Evelyn grabbed him and threw him to the floor before Angela. Evelyn planted herself and punched hard, catching Sparrow on the side of the face and throwing him back.

Angela felt as though she had been thrown into freezing cold water, the weapon had paralysed her thought, and her body shook like a leaf in the wind. All that she managed was a single idea.

Gungnir.

It took everything to flick her thumb over the trigger, but at the same time, it was at the back of her mind. The blade flicked out and caught her in the thigh. Feeling cold blade in her flesh brought her back to her senses.

Sparrow had been brought down and was being pummeled by Evelyn, trying to beat him into unconsciousness before attacking Angela. Angela aimed for the head, her spear hitting Evelyn hard on the helmet, piercing it shallowly and destroying the ultrasonic.

Evelyn turned on her and struck hard, slamming Angela under the ribs and throwing her back. Angela did her best to ignore the feeling that she had been hit by a car but still slammed into the ground heavily. Her painkilling system was through.

"Take the chamber and move!" Sparrow yelled. Moira and Symmetra did not argue. Instead, they set the chamber to move as they worked on it, moving at a snail's pace. Evelyn now took notice of the chamber and, realising what it meant if it was activated, flew after it.

Angela took off roughly, moving above Evelyn and stabbing her with Gungnir. Evelyn shrieked and turned mid-air, only for Angela to plant both her feet on her and force her down. She was beginning to understand. Years of experience in the air guided her, and she knew how to control the currents and pivot to control herself. On the ground, Evelyn could beat her easily, but the air belonged to Angela.

But Evelyn grabbed Angela and took her down to the ground with her, screaming as she did so and would have slammed her fist into Angela's throat had Sparrow not tackled her. Three people in a fight who could recover from any injury. Angela thought. It's impossible.

Not every injury.

Angela disengaged from the fight. Sparrow and Evelyn were fighting like devils, though Sparrow couldn't hold out for long. Knowing this, she looked at her wrist, and with a gulp of fear, she brought Gungnir above her own arm and slammed it through.

The needle sliced into the skin easily. It felt cold rather than painful, leaving a small hole for Angela's fingers. She could feel her own fingers inside her arm, probing and searching for the tiny device. Now the pain and nausea was flowing.

Fighting Evelyn was like fighting a demon. All tact and consideration had been thrown out in favour of pure aggression. Sparrow raised his hand to ward off a blow, his body trembling from the deep bruises and bleeding he had taken during the beating.

The blows stopped, and Sparrow risked looking into Evelyn's face.

"Why'd you do it?" She asked. Sparrow was numb, barely understanding what he was being asked. When he found the words, only then could he look her in the eye.

For as long as he had known her, she had never cried, and this was no different. But to look so defeated, that was new.

"You saved my life. Let me have the honour of living it."

Evelyn froze at those words, and Sparrow couldn't watch. His head turned to Angela, and he could barely believe what he saw.

Angela and Sparrow's eyes met, and with a whimper, she reached in deep and tore out roughly where it was.

She thought she knew what pain was by that point, but the sensation she felt went beyond it. Her entire arm was throbbing in horrifying agony, and her head felt lighter than air. It was both times cold, hot, numbing and searing.

But the golden light was already healing the wound, and in her hand, she held bloody lumps of meat, bone, vein and nerves. Sparrow looked at her with his mouth open, shocked at what she was seeing. Evelyn turned a millisecond too late. Her head still swimming, Angela swung her wing at Evelyn's head, forcing her off Sparrow with her helm holding a deep gouge.

"Her mouth", Angela muttered as Sparrow stared at her. "Get her mouth open. When I get my hand out, let go."

Sparrow didn't have time to respond.

Angela and Evelyn seized each other up. For a moment, they just looked at each. No words were needed. Like a bullet from a gun, they sped forward as fast as they could, Angela holding Gungnir in her left hand, couched like a lance. It hit Evelyn in the shoulder, but it was like stabbing a wall. Evelyn grabbed onto Angela and tried to force her to the ground. Sparrow leapt from behind, and Evelyn screamed at him with tears in her eyes. Angela likewise grabbed her, and with her wings at maximum thrust, they began to rise into the sky.

Evelyn tried her best to get rid of them, her suit was stronger and better made, but Angela knew how to move in the sky. Regardless of how often she was shaken off, Angela clung on like a constrictor, her right hand still holding the gore.

Sparrow finally climbed to Evelyn's head and jammed his hands into her mouth. He screamed as she bit down hard, but still, he slowly began to prise apart her jaws as Evelyn and Angela fought in the sky like eagles.

Angela finally punched her fistful of gore into Evelyn's mouth, Sparrow slammed her jaw shut, and she said the words.

There was no flash of lightning, no crackle of electricity, no dramatics. Evelyn's body simply spasmed and then went limp like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Angela had been thrown back by the charge, but her suit had absorbed it. Evelyn hung suspended in the air and then began to tumble back to the ground.

Only when Angela saw Sparrow did she realise her deadly mistake. The charge had hit him as well! He was falling back to earth, his hands clenched and limbs spread from the shock. If he hit the ground, no amount of Idun would save him.

No.

The wind dragged away her shout and whistled in her ears. He was so close to the ground, face-up, his eyes closed as though asleep as his hair rippled in the wind. She was below him now, pulling out of a dive like a falcon, throwing up dust behind her. He was so close. A meter, less.

She caught his limp body less than a foot from the ground. It was too late to stop the crash. She curved her body around him and cushioned the impact as they dragged along the ground. Bones broke; the suit could only take so much. They finally came to a stop, leaving a deep and long gouge out of the dust ground.

But Idun was already reviving her. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her chest, she stood as quickly as she could and began to look after her patient.

On the surface he seemed fine, but a small line of smoke was coming from his mouth, and Angela threw back her revulsion. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Satya with the teleporter, a short distance away.

"Get that transporter working!" She ordered Satya as she started pumping on his chest. One-two, one-two, just as she had been taught.

Pressing down on the joints of the jaw, she prised his stiff mouth open and began mouth to mouth. The blood circulating would keep tissue death from occurring through Idun, but Idun couldn't create oxygen. As she began the chest pumps again, she could see the small areas of Idun working on discoloured skin, glowing gold on places of damage she could not see.

"It's ready!" Satya shouted after a full two minutes of continued resuscitation. Angela's lips were dry and she felt lightheaded from dehydration. The only results of the resuscitation was that that Sparrow's body had not begun to decay. But resuscitation rarely restarted the heart. His body still remained there, inert.

She picked him up and ran to the teleporter, placing her hand and Sparrow's body on the chamber. Satya connected the final circuit, and they were finally gone from the Hole.