"What the hell have you gotten us into now?!"

An explosion sounded, not far away from the pair, as they hid 'round the corner of a building, in the shadows of an alleyway. Trueno had disappeared from her side; no doubt caught in the fray, the omnic bull had been separated from Pilar, but at what price? He would be safe–his mechanisms allowed for him to defend himself when his companion was not present, but then again, there was only so much he could do without her.

And Roadhog? He too had run off, not because they were purposely separated, but rather to cut down at those who were on their heels, fast approaching. The animosity with which he wielded his weapon frightened Pilar; she'd not yet seen much of his skill, his bloodthirsty antics ( she had been elsewhere ), but as she watched him laugh heartlessly as body after body dropped to the ground in a mangled heap, she could not help but to feel an uncomfortable shiver travel down her spine.

But then, that left Pilar with Junkrat, both dirty from the tussle, she with a split lip and bruised cheek, he with a bloody nose and cut brow. But both ready to take on the next adversary. Her lip curled as she heard yelling from around the corner, and her eyes scanned for any sort of escape as he poked his head around the corner, weapon clutched in his mechanized hand.

"Me? I didn't do shit!" he hissed, drawing back to the semi-safety of the alleyway, fumbling with his belt, searching for–no doubt–one of his endless explosives with haste. The voices of the enemy were fast approaching, and knowing well that they would be hard pressed to defeat them, she needed a better look at who they were facing. She pushed past him, nearly poking her head around the corner, but not before a hand gripped her upper arm tightly, yanking her back with a grunt before she could sneak a glance.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, pulling her arm back, and though it took a moment, he released it, still fumbling with the straps of his gear, eyes flickering about, his lips moving in a silent mutter to himself. "What the hell are you doing?! I–"

"Ya ain't gonna get anywhere with yer lightnin' stick, Caterpillar," he growled, more at their target, rather than her. "Ya, sure, it'll stun 'em fer a bit, but there's only so much we'll be able t' do–our shit ain't meant for a one-on-one attack." With a click, the mechanism in his hand began to tick–a bomb, ready to blow–and he tossed her the trigger, eyes fixing on hers.

"I got an idea."

He gave her no time to inquire, and Pilar uttered a low, Spanish curse under her breath as he threw himself into the line of fire. Though she should have expected it, it still did not stop her from launching forward in fright, knowing well that the bloody fool was about to get himself hurt–more so than they already were.

"Jamison, you idiot…" Knowing better than to jump in after him and risk his plan being compromised, she felt herself push up against the wall, her breathing, while labored with the stress of what was occurring at that moment, quiet, as calm as she could make it. Her heart raced; whether it was adrenaline, or the anxiety of him purposely putting himself in harm's way to ensure their survival, she did not know, but her eyes flashed back to the Aussie, her brows knitted together as a maniacal smile lifted his features, matching laughter echoing down the alleyway.

"Ya want me, 'ere I am!" he cackled, his tongue lolling out of his mouth in a mockery of the adversary. "Imagine the lot of drongos you are would 'ave one hell of a time tryin' t' figure this shit out."

Fuck, Jamison! Her mind raced when she heard the voices of the oncoming congregation yell–incoherent as it was to her addled mine ( worried, fearful, and angry )–her gaze continued to be fixed on Junkrat's hunched figure, his free hand held behind his back, fumbling with yet another contraption on his person. Damned idiot better have a phenomenal plan, she thought as the racing of her heart continued to quicken, and she triggered the mechanism within her own, robotic arm to prepare release of her banderillas–ready to shock and stun, should his plan fail.

Heavy footsteps on the ground neared, and Pilar could barely take it; whether or not they had seen her was not a problem. What bothered her is that even with the heavy footsteps fast approaching, Junkrat had yet to dodge out of the way, to get to safety, anything. He really was a madman, wasn't he?

Though just when Pilar thought she would have to jump into the fray herself, a trap was laid down, the bomb set in its midst, and loud cursing filled her hearing as he had finally sprung out of the way, only to have the foe caught in the steel trap. A whirl of colors surrounded her as she felt herself lifted from her feet for a moment, and the smell of soot and gunpowder pervaded her senses as Junkrat crashed into her, sheltering her form with his own.

"Hit it!"

She didn't need telling twice. Glowing red and still firmly in her hand, her thumb pressed down on the triggering button, and she shielded an ear with her free hand, her other smashed up against the shoulder which lay on the ground. It didn't do much, save protect her hearing from further damage; she could still hear the KABOOM, the screaming of men as their bodies blew to pieces by the power of the concussion mine. Her vision still obscured by his body, she had to rely on Junkrat to check that the job had done what he had hoped. He lifted himself on to his elbow, head turned to gaze over his shoulder, before a disgusted 'tch ' fell from his mouth.

"Roight, that worked," he mumbled, lifting himself to his knees, holding out a hand to help Pilar up. "Bit of a mess, but it had t' be done."

"Christ," she hissed as she sat up, peering around his body for a better look. "Let me know, next time. And warn me next time you pin me to the ground." Both rising to their feet to inspect their handiwork, a smug sort of smirk lifted Junkrat's features, and he chuckled, earning him a murderous glare.

"Ya'd like that, wouldn't ya? Oi, hey, I was jokin'!" She punched him–albeit semi-playfully–on his forearm, her cheeks enveloped in a rosy blush. She turned away quickly, nudging a blood-soaked leg of one of the men, searching through their supplies for anything that could help them.

"Kind of…" His murmured afterthought–though meant to be heard by Pilar–nearly had her coming at him again, but when the voices of two others–men from the same company as the dead–met both of them, those thoughts were pushed aside, and they adopted a defensive stance, Pilar taking her polearm in her hands. It twirled, more out of habit than a need for show, and the non-bladed end hit the dirt below her feet with a gravelly crunch.

"Fuckin' hell, ya'd think we had enough of this shit already," he growled, loading his weapon, though before he knew it, Pilar had launched herself at the assaulters, letting loose a war cry, hitting the mechanism on Relampago that would trigger its electrifying attack. Crackling flickered in the air as the charged blade swept through, and Pilar could feel the hair on her arm rise as the static touched her.

The men started, but continued forward, lips curved into feral smiles, their weapons–their guns–aimed at her figure, which came at them in a straight line. It would seem as though she were an easy target; there was little jolting about as her weapon twisted in her hand, and their focus was completely on her…

Which was exactly what she wanted.

She dropped to the ground almost instantly, watching as a mine flew overhead. The distraction worked as well as she could have hoped, their eyes following her, and sliding between them, she used the length of the polearm to trip them both, causing each to crumple on the ground. Not moments after where her head had been, the mine landed square between them, and with a grunt, she forced herself upward, taking shelter in the nearest alleyway.

"This bomb's for you!"

Pilar had covered her ears long before he had even spoken, and though she crouched, hidden away in the shadows, the screams still tore through the explosion. Damn, Pilar would have never thought that her life would have come to this, and coughing as the dust settled, she took a moment to catch her breath, if only to run back a second later.

The bomb had done most of the work, but one of the two men still remained conscious; it wouldn't last long, she noticed, as it became evident that the explosive had done enough to leave grievous damage. He's last a minute more, if that, and as blood sputtered from his lips, staining his chin and dripping in streams down his cheeks, Pilar could only look on in pity.

But then again, this was all in self defense. Or so she continuously told herself.

"Stupid bitch," he coughed, weakly raising his hand, which still had a gun clenched in his fist. But with each second that ticked passed, that grip weakened, and soon, the weapon fell with a thud next to his mangled torso. "They're going to get you. Make you scream. They're s-still comin'; you're not gonna get away."

He paused only for a moment, but before he could speak again, Pilar had sunk the bladed end of her polearm deep into his neck, cutting off his voice and shocking him with an electrocuting blast. The light quickly faded from his eyes, and when she finally yanked her weapon away, disgust was the only remaining emotion on her features.

"Let's get out of here before more show up," she called, wiping the blood from her weapon onto her pants, preventing the metal blade from erosion. Turning, her hand wrapped around Junkrat's forearm, her grip faltering slightly as her hand shook, and though she could feel his gaze on her, she could not look at him, not yet. The words of the dead man left an unsettling knot in the pit of her stomach, and Pilar knew that it was far from over.