Angela rushed up the narrow staircase that wound around beneath the deck of the ship, scurrying along as fast as she could with her hand clutched along the top of the railing that followed along. She suddenly jerked to the side as she nearly ran into Junkrat, who was running the opposite direction, his pegged leg clattering along quickly as Angela spun to watch him furiously rush down onto the gun deck.
"This is what I get paid fer, Sheila!" he spoke up loudly with an excitement that failed to translate to Angela's deepening wariness.
She continued on up the stairs, the faint voice of Hana crossing her ear as she continued, the officer's volume increasing as Angela made her way further up the stairwell, panic setting in as Hana's voice deepened in its own fearful tone. Angela cast a glance as she rounded the corner, advancing with haste while Hana furiously jammed her radio pieces into various plugs, desperately attempting to find whatever band the Hanamura's radio systems were operating on, trying to get any kind of word across toward peace.
"This is the Splitstream!" she cried into the speaker that shook in her hand, "Requesting an immediately cease fire! I repeat, requesting an immediate cease fire!"
She continued shouting out as she jammed her jacks along the various plugs, her other hand rushing to spin the corresponding band wheel to try anything to communicate with the advancing ship. Angela's feet clamored up the rest of the stairs, her wet hair causing a sharp chill to greet her as she smashed through the door and came into the bright sun of the deck, the massive cries of angered voices greeting her as she stood there in shock, wide-eyed.
For a split second, Angela's eyes just the massive, brilliant masts of the Hanamura she recalled from San Francisco, though her eyes were quickly undone by the sunlight overhead, forcing her hand over her face. Just then, she jumped in surprise, her blood chilling at the large battle cry of somebody entering her vision as a silhouette, her body instinctively hopping g backward as the dark figure ran toward her in a mad dash, a cutlass raised above his head.
"YAAAA- Ouf!"
Suddenly, the visage of her father broke into her view, Captain Morrison throwing his body into the stranger's, sending him into the wall of the ship with a crunching, curdling sort of sound before Jack yanked the man toward him, throwing a hearty fist into his face, sending the attacker to the ground with a thud. Jack stood there for a moment as his shoulders trembled from his rapid breaths, turning to see his daughter's frightened face.
"F-Father! What's going-?!"
He swiftly bent down to bring her to her feet, speaking coolly, "Stay in the ship."
"B-But I wanna-!"
"Stay," Jack replied, his voice a frigid tone, "We've got this."
He pulled Angela along before directing her back into the interior of the ship, throwing the door closed as another deafening blast of gunpowder blew across the scene.
BOOM
Junkrat sauntered along at the ship teetered once more, a gasp escaping him as his rack of cannonballs began rolling from side to side along the floor, his feet bounding about as he dodged their sauntering advance, hoping to his first cannon's side, striking it gently as he bent his head low to peer out the window from which it was to fire from, watching the gleaming panels at the Hanamura's side like polished glass.
"A'ight, Lucille," he whispered, so close that his hot breath collected at the cannon's surface. "This is what yer built fer. Make me proud."
He readied her for her first blast, running over to grab a cannonball, tossing in a satchel of gunpowder, and rolling the cannonball down Lucille's neck, hopping to her backside and crouching to make a final adjustment.
Satisfied with her aim, Junkrat struck a match, gritting his teeth as he lit the fuse, bracing himself as he growled, "Fuck with us, Shimadas!"
BOOM!
Lucille's explosive bark sent Junkrat's body flying backwards as she bucked against the chains holding her in place, leaving Junkrat only a split second to coordinate his vision as the cannonball smashed I to the Hanamura's side before violently smiling into another direction and falling into the ocean. Junkrat's eyes widened in shock as he worked his way back to his feet, awestruck that he'd managed a direct hit, yet no damage was done.
"I'll be a joey's logsnapper…" Junkrat marveled, though in a worrisome tone.
Undeterred, he rushed toward the largest cannon aboard, Angela, and repeated the process with barred teeth as he breathed heatedly, taking moments away from his process as he readier another shot.
Jesse grabbed one of the interloper's collars, tossing him right into the ocean below before turning to encounter another, a swift punch to the face disposing of him. Jesse turned up toward the Hanamura, a considerably larger ship whose masts were gigantic. The Shimadas had been sending their own crew down the giant booms that held down the bottoms of the incredibly-sized masts, merely a jump down to the Splitstream's deck. Jesse grimaced as he whipped around to find Lena, his third mate crawling up and down the net shrouds as she tried to work her way down without being thrown off as the result of cannon fire.
"Lena!" he shouted quickly, another Shimada companyman rushing him, "Get their booms outta the way!"
She gave him an affirmative thumbs-up before scurrying back up the shroud and jumping up onto the giant perpendicular boom of the Hanamura. As she did so, a pair of companymen stood teetering in her way, unstable as they stood atop the narrow boom. Lena grinned though, having grown up on thinner platforms, cocking her head inquisitively.
"You two goin' for a swim?"
The men recoiled in surprise, though Lena simply rushed skillfully down the wooden beam, one foot at the head of the other, sending her leg straight out as she leapt into the air, hurdling over the men and landing easily along the length of the boom, leaving the two men astounded and wide-eyed, quickly loosing their balance and falling into sea below.
"Pfft, easy!" Lena declared as she made her way up toward the mechanism that spun the boom of the Hanamura, frowning as she gave it a cursory examination, "Bollocks! What the hell are they workin' with here?!"
Her eyes remained on the foreign mechanism when a sudden CLAP of gunfire broke her concentration, her arms jerking her around the massive pole that went ventricle to hold the gigantic mast, finding cover as Hanzo brought his gun to his side, skillfully readying it for another shot.
"This is my ship!" he declared loudly.
Lena snuck an angered glance around the large pole, "And that one's ours!"
Hanzo sneered, "Not for long, woman."
He threw his arms up as his musket cracked the air, sending shrapnel right past Lena as she braced back behind the mast's pole, her body shaking fearfully as Hanzo spoke up, "I was practicing kyūdō before I could even reason. You think you're gonna take another step off my boom, you've got another thing coming."
Angela stood on the inside of the Splitstream, a frown stretching across her face in an angry grimace. She was as much a crewman as anybody else, so why was she holed up in here?! She spun to her side, reaching out to grab a nearby wrench, her hand beginning to ache as she gripped it so tightly, pushing her way through the door, the deck now crowded with companymen. She immediately tried to locate her father, Jack wrangling a group of men by the port side, and she rushed over, her weapon over her head before throwing her arms across her body l and sending the wrench into the enemy's head.
"Angela?!" he cried out in terror, "What're you-?!"
She threw an accusing finger at him, "You need my help! I can look after myself, so let me-!"
Jack immediately reached out to grab her arm, yanking her close as a companyman leapt toward them, sending a lengthy blade breaking the air. Jack put himself in between the two, pulling Angela into his back as his grip tightened around her wrist. As the man readied another attack, Lucio cane sliding across the deck, his trajectory bringing him careening right for the assailant as he readied himself for impact.
"Time to accel-! Woah!"
He lost his balance, falling right on his ass as he came to a sliding halt at the man's feet, the companyman scowling at him, though it was enough of a distraction for Jack to send a vicious punch to his face, the man flying across the deck as Jack waved his aching hand to relieve the pain.
"Watch your back," Jack instructed fiercely, "Now get back in the ship. Lucio, make sure she stays safe in there, alright?"
"Father!" she cried helplessly, "I can help!"
He gave a serious stare, "Not now. This is life and death, Angela, you're not going to-"
"What about your life?!"
Jack kept his still glance on her for a brief moment before pointing at Lucio to instruct him along, his chef gingerly taking Angela's shoulders and directing her back toward the ship's interior, Angela scowling back at her father over her shoulder. Captain Morrison kept an eye on Jesse to ensure his not being overpowered before returning to protecting his ship.
Hana threw her closed fists against the console, skillfully shoving the jacks into their proper places at a blazing speed, trying to get word out on every bandwidth she could get it on. Whether getting on with somebody on the Hanamura, or just another ship somewhere, she was growing ever so desperate, blindly sending her words wherever they could go.
"This is the Splitstream!" she cried, repeatedly, "We're under attack! Requesting any aid possible!"
Eventually, her frustration growing, her movements became more furious, tears welling up as the ship continued being sent swaying violently with every cannon blast, her desperation turning more and more to fury. She groaned loudly, rapidly toying with her console, ashamed that she was doing nothing while her ship was clearly under attack, that she simply began cursing into the microphone, realizing blankly that she was the only one listening anyway.
"Fuck…" she spoke with a wavering breath, her crying growing gradually as her throat began to choke up, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK!"
Despite her welling emotions her hands continued nonstop, rattling wheels and jacking in her headphones rapidly, though her movements began to wane as defeat grew within her, her shoulders quaking as she began to cry as she stood there, utterly helpless, her fingers turning the dials slowly, slowly, her headphones clicking less and less as the channels she passed through began to cease.
"-uck…"
Her eyes flew open, her ears ringing as the sudden noise in the headphones grew louder.
"-uck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! FUCK!"
Hana shot a quick glance at the console, utterly confused. Why was she hearing her own message?! Her mind wrangled itself, pulling at its own cords as her mind went into curiosity overdrive, suddenly popping a hypothesis into existence. She leapt out of the room, charging down the stairwell, nearly tripping over her own feet as she made a mad dash into the gun room, noticing Junkrat furiously rushing from one cannon to another, preparing them in a rhythmic fashion, leaving none of the ones unmanned that faced the Hanamura. Hopping over the railing and falling onto the gun deck with a THUD, Hana rushed to his side as he began to fire once more, her hands outstretched toward him.
"Stop! Stop!" she shouted, earning a confused glance from the gunner.
He wondered critically, "What?! Sheila, I'm tryin' ta-!"
"It's not working!" She shouted, Junkrat's frustrated confusion turning to curiosity as her words were correct, "Look, their hull is shingled, see? It's modeled after their- you know, their sword peopl- samurai! Those plates are designed for cannons to glance off of them- that's why my radio signals were bouncing back to me!"
Junkrat crosses his arms, "Well, just what're we gonna do about it?"
"I think it's just meant to be a distraction," Hana wondered aloud, "That vessel is steam powered- literally, one well-aimed shot from us and that entire thing goes up in a plume of vapor. They're counting on you getting frustrated and expelling all your cannonballs on shots that do nothing."
Her body spun around, "I need to let Captain know; I just needed you to quit- just don't fire anymore, alright? We need to figure this out!"
Hana sped back up the stairwell, leaving Junkrat with a scrunched-up face as his mind meandered, allowing his eyes to peer out at the Hanamura through the cannon's door, now realizing the shingles design Hana had mentioned. He wondered quietly, trying to figure out a plan; they hadn't much time to act, he knew, his feet beginning to pace back and forth in thought.
"Squeak!"
He frowned, "This ain't the time, Hamm'nd! I'm not about to screw up again but not actin'! I've gotta just-!"
"Squeeeak!"
Groaning, Junkrat turned to see Hammond doing his best to roll out of the disused cannon he'd usually hide him in, the ball teetering just on the edge before rolling back toward the interior of the iron cylinder. Junkrat stepped over, turning the cannon over and allowing the hamster ball to roll out onto the floor, leaving Hammond to happily stray around the whole of the gun deck.
"This ship won't ev'n be around much longa' if ya keep buggin' me!" Junkrat complained, returning his attention to the Hanamura when a thought appeared in his mind, his head whipping back around to examine the cannon that Hammond had rolled out from.
"Hmm, well not that ya mention it, little guy…" Junkrat muttered under his breath.
Lucio pushed Angela away as a companyman waves a cutlass in their direction, the chef swiftly throwing a towel around the man's neck and yanking him down onto the deck as Lucio also threw himself up into the air, landing with a bone-crushing knee to the man's back before waving Angela along, her eyes open in fright.
"A family man, huh?" she asked aloud in awe.
He smirked, "Hey, we've all got our own hidden pasts. Just hurry and get inside."
"Uh, how about no?" Angels replies in defiance, waving her wrench in the air, "I don't care what my father said; I'm as much a crewman as any one of you- I'm gonna help get rid of these fools!"
Lucio shrugged, repeated another's words, "Well, he ain't my father, so I haven't a choice. My Captain gives me an order, I do it. If you're as much a crewman as me, you'll listen to You're Captain, alright?"
"But he's only doing it because I'm not just a crewman to him!" Angela bit back.
"Look, you'll just have to ask him after this is over," Lucio concluded with a rushed voice, "Just get inside and relieve him of his worrying about your safe-"
A chill crawled down his spine as his head rose to find a body flying through the air, anchored to a rope with green hair waving ominously, such a person known well to Lucio as he jumped back toward Angela. The body of Genji slammed onto the deck, falling forward into a roll as he caught his momentum, kicking himself to his feet while turning to watch the two with a crippling smirk.
"Hello, Splitstream patrons," he began.
Lucio grimaced, "Figured you'd finally join your men in their dirty work, huh?"
Shrugging, Genji replied, "There's something to be said about a man who compels others to perform in his service, even unto their deaths."
"It means your coffers are deeper than their respect," Lucio went on, earning a chuckle from the invader.
"My coin is more valuable than your lives will ever be," Genji snickered, "Now if you'll excuse me, this ship ain't gonna be the only thing being split when I'm through."
He took a step forward, Lucio lunging at him to gain the early advantage, yet Genji immediately blew past him, grappling his shoulder and throwing him to his side, allowing a sharp knee stroke to blast into his stomach, Lucio's face widening in a split second as every ounce of breath escaped him. Genji grabbed his thick strands of hair, yanking him back up and sending a severe elbow stroke into his head, Lucio falling to the deck with a THUD.
"And there's the splitting headache," Genji shrugged, almost sadly, as though wanting a more playful battle, though he turned to Angela with an evil grin, "We're gonna have a fun time figuring out what I mean by splitting you down the middle."
Angela's brow furrowed angrily, her arms flying forward to send her wrench careening toward Genji's head, though he just as quickly dodged the weapon, snickering as Angela spun around to run toward her father for help, though she only managed two strides before Genji already had her from behind, his arms wrapped tightly behind her as she struggled vehemently.
"F-Father!" she cried out, though that only infuriated her assailant all the more, Genji yanking her to the side and whipping a fist into her face, sending her body limp as she blew into a daze, her eyes shaking as the world spun around her.
Jack's head immediately clicked to the side at the sound of his daughter's voice, his eyes growing in fear as he noticed Genji with Angela limply hanging from his arm. He immediately dove forward, though in his focus, a handful of companymen suddenly lunged at him, sending him down onto the deck as his arms furiously struggled. He managed to remove a few before peering through one of their legs, noticing Genji with a rope wrapped around his arm, rushing toward the side of the ship with Angela in tow, Jack's heart racing at a malicious pace, threatening to burst from his chest.
"Jesse!" he shouted, pinned down by the lot of companymen, his voice growing into a growing, blood-curdled panic as his lungs nearly evaporated with his shouting, "JESSE!"
Along the deck, Jesse's attention yanked away, watching Genji swinging back toward the Hanamura with Angela in his possession, the old sea dog's face suddenly growing fierce as he turned toward the Hanamura ascertaining his next course of action. He couldn't make it to the shroud in time to keep track of Angela, a steady worry building within him as his reckless youth crept into his mind, such a jump between two ships at such proximity not having been an issue before his wife and children. His heart quivered as he nearly froze while staring at the deck's side, the albatross hanging from his neck weighing heavier with every second, side to tear him from his trajectory and into the endless depths of the ocean.
"JESSE!"
He shut his ends, sending spots of water into the air as he turned on his heel, strutting quickly to the opposite end of the side before breaking into a maddening sprint toward the ship's edge. He couldn't hesitate, he remembered his captain, his friend, speaking not days earlier. His vision went fuzzy from the pure rush of adrenaline, his leg kicking up as he leapt to the ship's thick edge, launching himself into the air, waving his arms and legs furiously to carry himself through the sky, his breath forced out of him as his entire body slammed into the side of the Hanamura, his vision weakening as cold blood coursed through his veins.
His hands grabbed a hold of the space between the shingling, turning wearily to see Genji repelling up the ship's side with ease, leaving the sea dog groaning and grunting as he ascended the hill with care, though remaining quick to match the Shimada man's gait.
Back on the Splitstream, Jack forced the last of the companymen off of himself as he threw himself up to his feet, watching the Hanamura wearily as the invaders began to make their way back across to their mother ship by way of ropes, following their second leader's lead. Jack grabbed his coat, tearing it from his shoulders as he readied himself to jump, though at that moment, Hana Song stormed out from inside the ship in a furious rampage, crying out.
"Stop! Stop!" she pleaded, complaining as she slowed up, "Goddamn, you all need to learn patience!"
Jack didn't wait to retort, "They've got my daughter! I'm not about to-!"
"Captain Morrison!" Hana shouted loud enough to quiet him, "If you want to keep that ship from turning and leaving us in the dust, you'll listen! Fuck, man!"
Taken aback, her Captain paused for a moment, realizing her reasoning; ultimately, if they could somehow cripple the Hanamura, Angela wouldn't be going anywhere. He allowed his head to slow before returning to ask further.
"O-Okay, what did you have in m-?"
She interrupted again, "Get on that wheel and keep this ship as steady as possible! Junkrat and I are gonna need steady hands to aim the shot correctly, right between their armor! So if you're anything of a captain, get up there and do what you're supposed to!"
Unsure as his own status at this moment, Jack merely nodded and rushed back toward the stern side, clamoring up the exterior stairs with reckless abandon while Hana disappeared back into the ship to return to Junkrat, hoping him to have the patience, now, to wait for her command.
Immediately upon hopping onto the deck of the Hanamura, Jesse's eyes caught a flash of gunpowder, sending his body tumbling to avoid a bullet that accompanied the flash of muzzle fire. He braced himself behind a nearby crate as Hanzo reloaded his firearm once again, allowing Lena to dash along the boom, counting in her head the amount of time he'd be taking, jumping down onto the deck behind a collection of barrels under Hanzo's critical eyes.
Genji passed him with Angela being forced along, her senses still impaired as her mind swirled, the Shimada's sharing a word as the younger spoke up, "They'll do anything as long as we have this one."
"Let's hope so," Hanzo nodded, "We've got two aboard- over there and there. I'll keep 'em pinned until our men have returned; get to the wheelhouse and set a course, full steam ahead."
"Yes, dear brother," Genji replied with a grin, "I'll keep her confined until that man sells his very soul to us for her return."
Hanzo replied affirmatively under his breath as Genji continued along the deck toward the wheelhouse, prepared to have his new prize restrained at all costs.
Junkrat set a match, lighting the lengthy wick at the back of 'Angela', the largest cannon being the only one he could fit in, before rushing along the gun deck, lighting the others in succession, only to return to Angela, diving feet-first into the iron maw as he eyed Hammond, the small hamster watching curiously.
"Is it stupid?! Nah, nah! Totally not!" Junkrat explained, unable to wholly hide his nerves, "J-Just gotta, ya know, fire myself over there, somehow grab tha hull, yank off a piece a' tha shingle 'n pray these other cannons don't obliterate my own arse instead of the Hanamura! No big deal, right?!"
Hammond slowly spun around in his ball, unable to watch.
"W-Well, maybe a bit more thought might'a-"
BANG-YEEEEEEOWW!
The Splitstream suddenly shook, forcing Hana to slide to a stop along the stairwell, her eyes alight with horror as her mouth fell open.
"Fuck…"
Junkrat felt as though his nose had been sent right into his face as he peeled his head from the Hanamura's hull, quickly looking over his head, attempting to retroactively figure out where any one of the side cannons were going to hit- having essentially given himself multiple attempts. He sidled down to where it seemed the closest cannon would fire, a terrified gulp entering his gut as he reminded himself not to look down. He quickly examined the shingle, trying to figure out any weak points in its construction, finding a crease where the panel was fused to the hull itself.
"Gotcha!" he cried out happily, swinging around in front of the panel and grasping either edge before pulling with his entire body outward, his face cringing painfully as his entire body tensed up.
He muttered to himself in his strain, "Come ooooon… Juuust a liiiitle-… Hang on, were those sixty second fuses? Or ninety?"
His eyes widened as his jumped into overdrive, swinging back and grasping the adjacent shingle, wildly kicking at the panel with all his might, "C'MON NOW! If it ain't Aussie, it's flawed, see?!"
His foot pounded at the panel again and again, "Come! On! You! Piece'a! Sh-!"
The panel suddenly flew off, though in his momentum, Junkrat's body sailed forward just in front of the bare section of the Hanamura. He scrambled to return to safety, thinking nothing but saving himself, but in that moment, his mind was drowned out by the phenomenal cacophony of cannon fire, a massive plume of smoke billowing out the Splitstream's side as Lucille, Dingo, and Charlie ejected their gunpowder payload into explosions, sending three cannonballs hurtling toward the Hanamura with reckless abandon. Two smacked into shingles, bounding off and into random directions. Dingo's hit dead-center into Junkrat, sending the cannonball, and Junkrat, directly into the Hanamura, the gigantic flagship suddenly wavering wildly as a gaping hole appeared at its side, such a wound having never felled the vessel.
Hanzo's eyes flew wide open, his arms instinctively flying out to outstretch on either side to balance himself as the Hanamura shook, his eyes catching Jesse's body barreling around the corner, though his arms seemed to move in slow-motion, unable to keep up with his vision. He swung his rifle toward Jesse's path, but just before matching the man's fierce stride, a body threw itself into Hanzo's side, Lena knocking the gun from his hand and sending the two careening across the deck. Hanzo immediately threw a furious punch to rid himself of Lena, who quickly jumped back to join Jesse as Hanzo quickly recovered to his feet, angrily holding his hand into a fist, unable to present anything in the way of the pain searing at his rib cage from the strike.
"You'll regret that…" he muttered.
Jesse shrugged, "Sure about that? Ya took a pretty big hit from a girl, there; 'n yer ship ain't feelin' so well, idn't?"
"Yeah! Not bad from a crew a fraction of the size as yours!" Lena declared, "We ain't aplenty, but we're scrappy!"
Hanzo seethed, "This ship…will not fall… It is the pride of my people…"
"At this expense of us people?" Jesse questioned, "Yeah, ya got a problem there, jack. I have a family ta return to, not a bed a' dollar bills like you."
Hanzo cursed in Japanese before reaching a hand to his waist, whipping out a curved sword and aiming at the two intruders, "You have no idea what it means to my people to have a global stage when, mere decades ago, we hadn't a foot in anywhere. I'll gladly sacrifice your family, and your little puppet over there, for the whole of my people."
Frowning, Jesse relieved his shoulders as he pointed a thumb toward Lena, "Don't call 'er a puppet; it'll only make her-"
"You wanna say that again, ya bastard!" Lena cried out angrily.
Hanzo's lips curled mildly, "I've no qualms. I'll kill you both, regardless."
Genji breathed a sigh of relief, finding himself lying atop the deck after the Hanamura had shaken so violently, working his way up to his feet and finding Angela in his disorientation, the captain's daughter weakly working her own way up, having regained only a few of her faculties. Genji forced himself to rise, grabbing Angela's arm mid-stride and pulling her up as he complained.
"It wasn't supposed to be so much trouble!" he sneered unhappily.
Angela finally realized what was going on, her arms suddenly swinging into action, hitting all she could get at of Genji's body, gradually regaining her strength, her swipes becoming more and more of an annoyance to her captor. Genji suddenly yanked her up, wrapping his arms around her arms and torso, keeping her arms bound as her feet began to churn angrily.
"N-Now quit it! It's you chill the fuck out, it'll all be over sooner than- Hey! Quit-! Goddamn, when I can get you tied down!" he quibbled with himself angrily, "If you don't quit your fighting right this second, I'll-!"
THUD
Genji shot around, the body of a tanned woman kneeling atop the deck mere meters away, her arm entwined with the thick rope of the Hanamura, strewn partly red with the blood of whomever companyman she'd assaulted to attain the line. Her head lifted gently, her dark eyes shone behind her tattooed face, leaving Genji with an inquisitive smirk.
"Your face," he muttered, Angela having paused her resistance at the sight of Fareeha, "You've laid eyes on the devil…"
Fareeha stood up, unwinding the rope and tying it around her waist, "You've got something that belongs to me."
Although mostly numb by now, Angela's body still retained the ability to blush, though Genji wasn't amused in the slightest, "Nuh uh. I don't care if you have laid your body atop the devil's and fucked your way into some demon magic- this girl stays with me. She's the only thing keeping my brother and myself of dominating this powerful ocean, and I don't intend to relinquish her quietly."
Fareeha's stare worsened, "I don't care about the girl; do whatever you want with her."
Angela's eyes flew open wide in terror as Fareeha went on, "She's got a necklace in her possession. Give me that and we're square, y'hear?"
As though attempting to figure out her game, Genji's face tightened curiously, his voice light, "You're serious?"
She nodded.
"Fuck it; I'd have assumed somebody with that tattoo would mean serious business," Genji muttered casually, "Yeah, I'll get you that necklace, hold- Fuck! Stop it!"
His hand slithered across Angela's chest in search of the ornament described, forcing his captive to throw her free arm and legs against him, tears welling up in her eyes as the hope of her savior diminished rapidly. Her eyes reddened tearfully as Genji shoved a hand into her last remaining pocket, yanking out the necklace and proudly showing it off to his newest guest.
"Voila!" he exclaimed, tossing it to Fareeha, who accepted it readily, "Now if you'll excuse me…" he paused to restrain Angela, her fight only intensifying, "This one's rather disagreeable, as you see; I'll have to restrain her in chains or something. Go on! Have a life boat, I don't care! I'm a big fan of those with such marks!"
Genji turned back around, moving slowly as he attempted to retrain Angela while walking, growing more exasperated with each step and far more likely to simply knock her out again. As his patience thinned further and further, he finally knee'd Angela forward, grappling her back toward him as he readied a fist, prepared to do just that when, suddenly, a blow came at him first, sending him falling to the deck as he clutched his cheek, pushing himself up with only one arm, hobbling to steady himself as he eyed his new assailant, Fareeha stepping around him to somewhat take her spot between the two.
"You…" Genji seethed, "You're fuckin' dead."