A/N: Ok, I know this took quite a while and I'm sorry for that. But was hitting a rough patch midway through the chapter. But finally got it to a point I'm ok letting it out into the world. Messing around with how I do fights, trying to learn to write them better so he prepared for different styles fights in the future. Ok that all for now, you may read in peace.


Third person

Diego could smell the blood of his friends in the air, mixed with the smell of burning gas from his car. He was mad. More than mad, furious, livid. The people here were some of his closest friends, the ones he trusted the most. Didn't just let anyone guard your most valuable merchandise. Some had been with him since the war, they bled together, fought together, and survived TOGETHER! They'd make a gang that was supposed to run this city, drive out the omnics that killed everyone they ever cared about. Everyone he cared about. But all of that was ground to a halt thanks to some fucker in a green suit!

Diego was seeing red. He slammed down on the triggers inside the mech and grinned as the guns roared to life. His teeth chattering as the whole mech shook from the power of the two chain guns. A few screws coming loose from the shotty engineering put into the metal behemoth.

The Slayer was getting pushed back across the ground. Like he was getting hot by a fire hose spitting lead. The mech eventually relents, the barrels of it's chain guns slowly coming to a stop. Diego grins as he looks on to the cloud of dust that used to be the Slayer. Clearly not having learned his lesson the first time. There's no time for him to react. The left gun is blown to pieces by one of the slayers explosive shotgun shells.

Diego feels his heart jump into his throat. The Slayer had already closed the distance between them. He jumped up onto the mech's cockpit forcing a scream out of Diego. "How the fuck are you alive!?!" Diego shouted as the Slayer slammed his fist into the cockpit's window.

Panicked Diego spina the mech's torso around like some kind of giant top. The Slayer doesn't have time to grab on and gets flung across the battlefield. He goes crashing into the reminants of Diego's precious car.

There isn't any time to move as a wave of missiles slam come crashing down onto him. The car is blown to pieces and a smoking crater is left where it once was. Diego let's out the breath he was holding finally. He was scared the green bastard might actually still be there. But he's dead, he had to be after that.

The mech starts to turn back towards the hole it made in the towar. Probably to go find and finish off the soldier. But just as it's about to turn away from the Crater a piece of scrap metal is hurled at it from said crater. The gnarled piece of Diego's car coming just a few inches from his face. The force of the impact slams him back into his seat and makes the whole mech stumble backwards. The taste of copper fills his mouth as his head was slammed into the seat. Not just that but everything goes blurry for a moment. Feels like his brain's bouncing around in his head. It takes a moment for him to recover, for everything to stop being fuzzy.

Just when he was starting to get his bearings again he sees the Slayer dashing towards him. The bladed arm of the mech reaches up before slamming back down onto the Slayer. But the machine is too slow, the bastard sidestepped the giant sword. Right before shoving the barrel of his shotgun against the black tinted glass of the cockpit. There are three quick bursts that tear into the glass. Fragments big glass going everywhere as each layer of protection is blasted away. The last shot sends a handful of 12 gauge pellets into Diego's flesh.

He lets out a horrific scream, much to the Slayer's satisfaction. Pain shooting through his body like electricity. Blood splattering all over the mech's controls. He slams a lever forward and the clawed hand reaches out and clamps down around the Slayer's mid-section. The mech raises him up into the air slowly squeezing down onto the Praetor suit. Like it's trying to crack a crab's shell.

"Let's see how well that armor holds up against 10 tons of pressure! Wonder if you'll bar up yah gut or if you'll just get cut in half. I'm betting on the ladder but I'm hoping for…"

He doesn't finish his sentence, wanting this piece of trash to really think about what's going to happen. For him to realize what happens when you mess with the King Killers. He laughs almost hysterically. The man who killed so many of his men, his friends. He would was going to be crushed to death, vengeance was his. But it all stops when he notices it.

The claws, their bending around the Slayer's armor. The six inch steel claws, bending around him like they're made of budder! Diego feels his face turning white and not just from blood loss. "What the fuck are yo-" He's cut off as the mech jerks forward suddenly and parts of the interior burst into flames.

Just as the Slayer was getting ready to tear the metal claws off of him three blue rockets slam into the mech's arm. The hydrolic fluid is set ablaze and the arm is torn apart by the resulting explosion. The hydraulic claws release their grip, dropping the Slayer onto the ground. He lands on his feet before springing back away from the partially flaming machine. Three lines now indented into his armor from where the mech had tried to crush him.

The suit was getting weaker and he knew it. Must be from the lack of ambient Argent energy. He looks on past the mech and sees some grizzled old man, white hair, blood stained jacket. Soldier 76, Jack Morrison, though none quite knew that yet. There he stood just past the huge hole in the towar, pulse rifle in hand. A whisp of blue smoke trailing off it's under barrel rocket launcher.

He sighs in relief as he saw the mech's arm now in ruins. Nailed that shot on those exposed hydrolics. But the peace is short lived as the mech swivels around towards him. It's remaining gun spinning to life once more.

He takes off in a sprint as a trail of bullets follow quickly behind him. A laser focuses in on Jack as the mech's missiles get ready to launch. But they aren't given the chance as Jack sends a burst of helix rockets into one of the launchers. The explosion sets off all the missiles inside the launcher, Blowing it to pieces and sending the mech's big left arm crashing to the ground.

Diego yells for the second time now as he feel hot shrapnel burning into the side of his face! Fire starts to fill the cockpit. The smell of burning skin and flesh fills his nose as the flames sear his body. Just metal jaw start to get hot from the fire which just adds on to the burning pain he's in.

How is this happening, it's all going to shit so fast!. Alarms blaze in and panic lights flash inside the mech. He needs to end this at all costs. The mech starts barreling down on Jack way faster than he thought it could! But it stumbles and comes crashing down as its back is lit up with a swarm of micro missiles! Diego spins the torso around in a panic just in time to see the Slayer coming at him like a bullet from a gun.

The chain gun starts to spin up again as it turns on the Slayer and the mech start to rise again. But a burst of hot plasma from jacks rifle hit the hydrolics in the mech's leg and bring it kneeling back dow!. The mech is only able to get off a few rounds that graze the green armor of the Slayer before he grabs hold of the gun.

Just like he had done to countless demons before, he tears the arm right off the mech! Before turning the chain gun back on him. He jams it in between the mech's torso and legs and unloads whatever's left in it's magazine. Wires and survos are saw in half by the burst of hot lead severing the connection between the body and legs.

He throws the mangled scrap metal of an arm to the ground and slams his boot into the mech's body. The insane strength of the Slayer sends the mech o to it's back, armless and at his mercy. Using the piece of car he had thrown at the mech before he climbs up on top of it. Diego sees this and starts slamming his fists down against the controls.

"Damnit damnit damnit! Work, something has to fucking work!" He screams as his frustration quickly turns to fear, then desperation. The slayer's armored hand comes crashing through the window, grabbing hold of Diego's neck! He doesn't get the chance to scream as hes pulled through the cockpit window.

Broken, jacked glass dags across his skin slashing it open his skin while others dig in and get stuck inside him. The Slayer hold him there for a moment getting a good look of his burned, glass covered face. Before throwing him down onto the gravel covered ground. He lets out a nearly blood curdling scream as he lands on his side.

Sending a huge shard of glass deeper into his leg! He can feel it scraping against his bone!

Fear overtakes him, his cowardice finally surfacing once more as Diego desperately starts crawling away. But the slayer won't allow it. He slowly steps towards the now crippled gang leader before pressing his boot down onto his other leg. The one that doesn't have a four inch long glass shard sticking out of it. He presses down onto the leg with his full weight, snapping the bone inside like a piece of celery. He can't help but feel a bit satisfied with himself as Deigo hollars out a slew of swears at him, holding his now broken leg.

Jack seeing this cringes under his mask, even he can hear the snap all the way over there. That was just a needless act of cruelty. He comes walking up on the pair just as the Slayer was reaching down towards Renegade. He had said something to the big gorilla of a man and it seemed to have really pissed him off. Because it looked like the Slayer was about to tear off Diego's metal jaw!

Slayer's POV

I Just broke the man's leg and he was still showering me with swears, kinda impressed he isn't a sobbing mess. He wouldn't be going anywhere for a while and the cops were probably on their way here now after all the explosions. Should probably get the hell out of here, I had my fun and I'm sure there probably isn't enough of these fuckers left to mess with anyone anymore.

Could kill the fucker, make sure he would never run a gang again but I rather not kill people when I can. Unless they're helping hell, or piss me off, or start shooting at me, or are trying to kill other people. Ok there is a lot of reasons why I might kill normal people but I try not to. Not that it was really anything new to me or something but I rather put my energy into killing demons nowadays. But then he started talking.

"W-we'll kill everyone you fucking know for this! You dumb son of a bitch! I'll find out who you are and fucking kill you, your friends, and your family too! You hear me, EVERYONE YOU KNOW. I'll kill your fuckin pets too, dog, cat, bunny! All d-agh!"

OK. Fuck all that shit I just said right now, he just lost his life privaleges! Fucker crossed the line! Nobody talks shit about the bunnies! Gonna tear his fuckin jaw off, make sure he can't threaten no more rabbits again!...and whatever else he had just threatened to kill, But mostly the rabbits. I was definitely wanting another pet rabbit and ain't no one gonna be threatening them!

But just as I was about to tear the fuckers head from his body I feel the barrel of a rifle press against the back of my head. I turn back to see who it was. Probably some gangster I missed who wants to have their hands broken. But it wasn't, it's that guy that kinda helped me take down the mech. Not that I needed help. He looks old, he's got white hair, deep lines all over his forehead, just looks like some old dude. He's wearing a blood stained jacket, some black mask, and oddly menacingly red visor that keeps only his eyes covered.

"Drop the scum bag unless you want more holes in your head than a cheese grater. I need him alive and I need you to stop fucking up my operation."

The old guy had the voice of a man who had been through some shit, like he'd been going at a nonstop fight for years now. I can relate. He was fighting with those gangsters, probably not too bad of a guy. Still I don't appreciate having guns pointed at my head.

I spin around and grab his rifle by its frame, pointing it up into the air as he lets off a few shots. I drop the red headed bastard though, just like he asked but in exchange I yank the gun right out of his hands. Don't want him pointing it at me again.

Though that didn't help much as he just pulls the pistol off his side and points it right back at my head. The old fucker is pretty persistent I'll give him that. I like that.

"Put down the gun and just walk away son. I don't care what you do to the rest of the place but that one there. The metal mouth, he's mine, I need the bastard."

He keeps his side arm steady, he's oddly calm considering he's facing a bullet proof tank. Lucky for him I'm not concerned with fighting him. I toss his rifle onto the ground before stepping over the gangster's broken body. Letting out a grunt of disapproval as I do. The fucker would really be better off dead.

But I have more important things to worry about than fighting some old guy over the life of a piece of shit, playtime is over. Well until I find some other menace that pisses me off. Need to find a way back to Earth, the other Earth I mean. I need to get back before that tall ass robot ends up serving humanity up to hell on a silver platter.

I step through the hole the truck had made in the wall while checking on my ammo reserves. I was already low from that fight with the giant brain spider now I'm almost completely empty. I'm half tempted to go back to that gangster's hideout and raid it for anything useful. But I can already hear the sirens and I don't really wanna start a fight with some cops over stolen evidence.

Hm, I wonder who that old fucker was. He started talking about operations and shit, maybe with the military? Doubt he was with the cops, wasn't wearing some fancy uniform. Plus I didn't see nobody with him, must be a one man show, some kind of vigilante? Just as I was thinking about this Vega starts to chime in like he was reading my FUCKIN MIND AGAIN!

"The man back at the power plant is known as Soldier 76 by the majority of the population. It is a name that was given to him because of his iconic 76 jacket. His identity is unknown but many theorize that he is a former Overwatch member. He has performed several raides on an assortment of locations including former Overwatch compounds, military bases, political figure's residences and more."

Seriously it's starting to get weird how he keeps talking about things I'm thinking about. I don't like mind readers, it's why I made it a point to massacre as many telepathic demons as I could down in hell. I never liked things messing around with my head, got really old really fast dealing with stupid illusions and hallucinations.

"Your suit is connected to your nervous system and actively reads any neurological inputs to activate its functions. I am able to read some of your thoughts and able to take note of your biometrics. Do not be alarmed, my only intentions in reading your thoughts are to better aid you in returning to our world."

Oh fucking great! He really is reading my thoughts. That's not gonna get infuriating anytime soon, not at all. At least he's only been using it in helpful ways so far, but I still don't like the idea of him knowing what I'm thinking. Guess there isn't much I can do about it right now. I need to focus more on getting back to my earth, or at least the one Samuel is about to destroy.

Think, need to think. Need to not think about how Vega can hear me think, gotta think about the thinks I'm supposed to think about. Fuck, too much thinking. Ok just gotta slow down a bit, what are my options? I can look for some of the former Overwatch members, the scientific kinda members. I can find someone else who might be really big on science stuff. Or I can go look for the nearest satanic cult. I'ma go with the first two, satanic cults are fun to crush but helping them open a portal would be very not fun, less ones already open.

Ok, scientist person it is. I'll have to track someone down though, that might take some time though. I'm gonna need a place to stay, figure out what to do, maintain my gear, that kinda crap. Well, I best get to looking. I sigh as I start making my way back into the city, this is gonna be such a pain.

Soldier 76 POV

I let out a long sigh as big green steps back through the hole he made. He tanked missiles, a mini gun, and getting crushed by a giant claw. My little pistol wouldn't have been anything more than a mosquito bite to him. But even so I wouldn't just back down, not my style. I shoved my pistol back into its holster and picked up my heavy rifle. Wasn't positive this would've done much to him either but I wasn't just gonna let him kill this scum bag. Not just yet anyways.

I looked my rifle over, making sure that monster didn't damage it. All good, holstering it on my back I bring my attention to Renegade. A huge shard of glass in one leg and the other shattered, I even can see the bone poking through the skin. Not very squeamish but that couldn't be a good feeling. Least he wasn't going to be running anywhere any time soon.

He was laying there rolling around in pain and spewing all kinds of swears and curses at both me and the big green monster. I'll have to patch him up a bit, keep the bastard from dying before he answers my questions. He was gonna tell me all he knew about his talon buddies, hopefully how to find them too. Well he would if he knew what was good for him.

I stepped closer to him as he finally focused on me. He was about to say something but I wouldn't let him finish. I slammed my boot down onto his head, silencing him before he could get a word out. No time for chit chat. I pick him up and toss him onto my shoulder. Gotta bring him back to one of my hideouts, don't like interrogating people when the cops are around the corner.

Making my way out of the power plant I start moving through the alley ways. Making sure to keep out of sight, it best as few people see me as possible. Might make a scene if someone see me carrying around some unconscious man who's bleeding all over MY FAVORITE JACKET. I groan to myself as I think of the pain it's going to be to get the blood stains out of the whites and blues.

While I'm carrying him through the city I start to think back to the fight. I wasn't expecting this guy to have a mech like that in his possession. It was honesty a good thing that big fucker was there, ended up making pretty quick work of that thing. Course he probably wouldn't have gotten to it if the fucker hadn't caused such a scene. Still, if he had gotten to it with just me there might've taken a lot longer. The longer it took the more possibly a stray missile might end someone's life.

Thinking about it I never heard of any big man in green armor around here before. Maybe some guy who's gotten his hands on some top secret tech. Military maybe? Or maybe it's just some punk with some brains going out playing hero. Regardless, whoever he is, if he keeps getting into trouble like tonight I'm sure we'll end up seeing each other again real soon.


A/N: Ok finally finished the chapter. Sorry again for the wait. Probably not my best work and I'm sorry for that but I feel it's at a point where it can be out here. But even so I hope you all enjoy. Until next chapter, embrace the madness!