The galloping had not stopped, even as he watched the motorcycle speed away in the opposite direction. Trueno was no fool; he'd be able to follow Pilar no matter where she went, with or without the beacon that now flashed in his vision, showing him exactly which direction she and the Junkers rode. Lucky for him, his steel legs did not tire, and with another burst of charge, his pace quickened, his legs a blur to anyone he passed.

Though merely machine, he felt as though the humans felt; the omnic mind of the seemed to scream as Pilar's danger grew by the second, and yet, he kept completely calm, collected as the sound of his hooves echoed on the pavement beneath. He could hear the dull roar of a motorcycle engine nearing, and Trueno knew he was going in the right direction, even if his beacon hadn't worked.

Just ahead, they were riding, and though it would have made sense to continue pursuit, Trueno took a sharp turn to the left, through an alleyway, just wide enough for the bull to fit through. From the windows hung several clotheslines, wet clothes hanging out to dry. Unfortunately for those who lived on either side, they were pulled from their hangers, getting caught on Trueno's horns as he passed through, and those who had watched, screamed, yelling in varying tones of Spanish, and more than a few slurs aimed toward the omnic creature. But he didn't care; Pilar was all that was on his mind.

Coming crashing from the alleyway, Trueno was correct in his predictions; he stood his ground as the motorcycle came whirling around the corner, and the passengers, with Pilar in tow-she had managed to arrange herself so that she held onto Roadhog from behind-where surprised at his appearance. Pilar, of course, had known what was coming; her features flashed into a relieved grin when she saw Trueno before them, and as Roadhog stepped on the break, she wobbled, latching onto him for dear life. In the sidecar, Junkrat growled, hoisting his weapon up and aiming for the bull, his obvious distaste for omnics showing fully on his face.

"Ya'll be regrettin' cutting us off, ya filthy omnic!"

With a sound akin to an explosion, a bomb launched from his weapon, aimed, albeit rather badly, at Trueno, who had not lowered his guard for even a second. As the ammunition drew closer, from a notch in his brow, a sort of shield appeared, guarding Trueno from the blast headed in his direction.

While Junkrat was occupied with the bull, Pilar wrenched herself away from Roadhog, concerned for the well-being of her friend, and angered that the arsonist would harm him for helping her. Of course, it was to be expected, but as she let loose a shout, akin to a war-cry, she took Junkrat off guard when she launched herself at the man beside her.

"The hell you'll hurt him!" she roared, knocking him back with the full weight of her body. Lucky for them, their vehicle had been halted, and with a grunt, they both fell from the sidecar, heavily onto the cement of the street below. Finally, she had the upper hand. While Roadhog was dismounting their vehicle, rather occupied with the bull, Pilar managed to pin Junkrat on the ground for the moment, using her foot to knock away his gun. With a growl, he fought against her, and though she held her ground, it was obvious that she would not be able to for much longer.

"Git off me!" he hissed as she sat on his chest, using her legs to keep his arms down, her left hand gripping his shoulder tightly. Nails dug into his flesh, and Junkrat growled; Pilar had no idea what she was going to do next-she hadn't thought she'd get this far, and glancing back at the motorcycle, she saw her polearm sticking out of the sidecar at an awkward angle. Maybe, just maybe...

"As if I'd let that happen," she snapped in return, her nails digging into his shoulder. Grimacing, he twisted underneath her; soon enough, he would throw her off, and though there was a great chance that it would not end well for her, she still fought. This would be her only chance of escape...especially if Trueno managed to fight off Roadhog...

She made to outstretch her arm, triggering the magnetic mechanism in her palm, but before she was able to even lift it an inch, her arm glitched once again, flailing out of her control, a purplish light shining within the wires of the arm. Taking the opportunity as Pilar was distracted, Junkrat bucked her off of him, and she crashed to the ground beside him, before she was suddenly face-to-face with the junker, his arm pinning hers, resting his entire weight across her stomach. She groaned, the aching area from the hook stinging even more, and though she was well pinned, her mech arm was still free, and the first clenched, out of her control, before it jerked quickly, slamming against Junkrat's jaw.

"The fuck!" He shook his head to clear his mind, free hand rubbing his jaw in annoyance, before his gaze flashed back Pilar's. "If ya wanna get on my good side..."

"That wasn't me!" she exclaimed, and though she still struggled to break free, her arm had another plan. Rather, her palm rested against the side of his head, the fingers gripping his hair, and the small door in the center of her palm slowly opened, and she could feel the Banderillas within preparing to launch directly into his skull.

She was panicking; she'd not had a problem with the limb before now, and for some reason, it was glitching beyond her control, as though someone worked their way into its inner mechanisms, controlling it as they saw fit. Pilar was not a killer, and though the banderillas did not necessarily murder, at that close of range, he would likely be hurt critically.

"Yeah, sure," he growled, his hand reaching to pry off her hand, though the strength with which her hand clung surprised even him."Ya know, if ya wanted t' touch me so badly, ya could've just said something." Even with the use of his own mech hand, hers did not budge, and mild concern flickered across his features as he fought against her, rising just enough for Pilar to wiggle free from beneath him. But still, the arm persisted. It clung, even as both of them got to their knees, and she could slowly feel the banderillas within prepare for their launch.

"I'm not!" The panic in her voice, coupled by the frightened tears prickling at the corners of her eyes seemed to suddenly break through to him, and after a moment, he was able to break free, falling backwards in a heap as Pilar fell forward onto the arm, waiting for the trigger to blow.

It never came.

Breathing deeply, she rolled onto her back again, her hand running over her brow as she looked at her mech arm, feeling the tears fall down her cheeks. Everything seemed to return to normal; the glow was gone, and she was able to control the mechanisms again, but she was not in the clear. Whatever had taken over could do it again, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to deal with that...

"What the hell was that?"

She came to her senses as she was addressed, and she suddenly became aware of the danger she was in again. Jumping to her feet, Pilar was able to summon her polearm magnetically, and the moment it met her hand, she crouched, pointing the bladed end toward Junkrat.

"I-I don't know," she hissed, a bead of sweat rolling down her brow. "It's never happened before." Though it seemed he did not believe her, it did not stop him from limping forward, eyeing her in a way that she'd rather not be eyed by someone. Stiffening, the moment he was in reach, she poked the bladed end of Relampago into his chest, barely pricking the skin, yet causing a dangerous grin to spread across his lips.

"Ya might be useful t' me an' Hog; yer good at fighting an' yer shit goes all explody an' stuff. Fun." He continued to leer, and Pilar did not back down, even as he leaned closer. Though she refused to take her attentions away from him, she could not help but to glance at Trueno, concerned for his own well-being. He and Roadhog stared each other down, the bull's wired tail flicking from side to side, almost anxiously, his eyes glowing menacingly.

"Whaddya say, sheila? You game?" As though unbothered by the blade in his chest, his hand once again clenched around her weapon, and he shook the tip before her, as though toying with her, rather than threatening her. "Come an' join the big boys~"

Mild irritation flickered across her face, and rather than fight him, she shoved her face into his or, at least, as far as she could, and her lip curled, a soft growl escaping her lips. "Over your dead body."

"Ohoho, is that a threat, or a promise?" He was unable to get another word out as suddenly, Roadhog slapped him across the head, grunting through his mask, and Trueno made a wide berth around the Junkers, coming to a halt behind Pilar, pawing the ground angrily.

"Oi! Wot was that for? I'm in the middle of somethin' here, Roadie!" Rather than answer, Roadhog lifted him by the straps across his chest, instilling fear into his crony, pointing at a structure high above them, from where they saw a shadowed figure, flanked by two larger figures, who could have only been seen as bodyguards.

"Ah, shit."

Pilar took this momentary distraction as an opportunity to launch herself toward Trueno, hopping on his back, urging him to get going. The bull reared, stomping at the ground before turning his heel on the junkers, Junkrat realizing a bit too late that his prey escaped. He seemed to vibrate as he growled, and turning his gaze from Pilar to the shadowed figures, he bounded toward their motorcycle, pausing only to pick up his weapon, and jumped into the sidecar, urging Roadhog to quicken his pace.

"C'mon, c'mon!" he growled, pounding his hand against the side of the cart. "After 'er! We could lose everythin' if she gets away!"