Paladins x Overwatch Chapter 5

Author note: This Fan war never seems to end. For those who read this in the future, nobody cares about coexisting right now. But to those who like this story: Whoever you are, thank you.

Torbjörn and Reinhardt walked through an old district of the City. Only a few buildings were occupied and the streets were dirty and broken.

Reinhardt: Hey, do you think it was a good idea to just trust this bounty hunter with the transport?

Torbjörn: Nah, don´t worry. The police got this.

Reinhardt: I´m not so sure about that.

Torbjörn: Stop thinking about it. Let´s just finish this mission and go back.

They arrived at the crime scene where the police already secured the place. They could see McCree laying on the asphalt with a big hole in his head.

Reinhardt: What exactly happened here?

Police officer: We don´t know yet. From the the blood loss we can tell he is dead for roughly an hour now. We were able to extract the bullet from his head. Its a bullet from his own revolver.

Reinhardt: Someone killed him with his own bullet? What is going on here.

Both walked up to the corpse. They looked down on the cowboy with mixed expressions.

Torbjörn: Jesse McCree. Never thought you would ever lose against the world. Hope you have a good sleep boy.

Reinhardt: Who do do you think is capable of that?

Torbjörn: I don´t know. But I know he didn´t shoot himself. Especially not on the open street.

Police officer: We are taking the corpse for more investigation now.

Reinhardt: Wait a minute. What are we supposed to do now?

Torbjörn: Don´t look at me. They didn´t gave me clear instructions either.

Reinhardt: First there are no agents to observe the arrest and now they send us into a pointless mission. Warum müssen die einen alten Mann so rumschubsen.

Torbjörn: Stop whining, I call them back right away.

Reinhardt eyed McCree who got carried away by two medics.

Reinhardt: That hole in his head is his only injury.

How long was he dead again?

Police officer: Roughly one hour.

The german knight looked back at the clock tower in the distance. It was 01:13 o´clock.

Makoa: I like this peaceful activity.

Genji: Origami is a Japanese tradition. It existed even before the invention of paper. A form of art shaped by accuracy and patience.

The ninja held up a paper bird and mustered it in the light. Makoa however was only able to fold very simple figures considering his big hands but he got better with every try.

Reinhardt: what did they say?

Torbjörn: I can not contact them.

Reinhardt: That doesn`t sound good. Lets get back and GEBEN IHNEN EIN AUF DIE GLOCKE!

Torbjörn: YEAH!

Police guard 1: It´s a good to be alive.

Police guard 2: Hmpf. Its stinging my spines to work with a payed assassin.

Police Guard 2: What should happen? Just enjoy the view.

Police guard 3: This attitude will someday get you killed.

Skye: Could you shut up now? I want overthink my life.

Skye sat on the transporter with four police guards on motorcycles around them. Why did she accept this boring job? There had to be something foul if Kinessa offered her a job after stealing her opportunity for some bounty again. And she fell for it, just to surpass the bounty hunter. But it can´t be changed now. At least she gets paid by this organization for peace. They must have a lot of money. Suddenly the transporter turned in the middle of the street and crashed into a car.

Skye jumped of in the right moment and landed on a parking car.

Skye: what in hell happened?

Sombra: That would be me.

At Skye's side stood the hacker girl.

Skye: I hope you are here to make this job more interesting.

Sombra: I hope so too. It was so easy to send the giant and the dwarf away with a fake call. Anyway, I take the prisoner.

Skye jumped away to gain distance and tried to shoot her poison bolts. But the crossbow didn´t react at all.

Skye: What? Not now!

Sombra: I have to admit your technology is somewhat extraordinary but nothing I can´t manage.

Skye: Can you manage this?

She threw a smoke bomb beneath Sombras feet. As the smoke cleared Skye was gone.

Sombra: Hey no running away!

She sprinted to the transporter where Policemen 1, 2 and 3 were already killed by the car crushes she caused. With little hacking the backdoor opened. Widowmaker was still unconscious.

Sombra: Wake up! I could use your help right now!

She dodged a couple of arrows and returned the fire. Skye got hit by a bullet in the left arm.

Skye: Damnit!

Sombra threw a translocator behind Skye to dodge the poison arrows. The purple assassin wanted to shoot but again it didn´t work.

She tried to activate stealth mode but it didnt work ether.

Skye: What is this!?

Tracer surrounded by terrorists looked around.

Tracer: There is no going back now.

Talon soldier: S-s-s-snakes! Ahrgh!

The Soldiers suddenly dropped their weapons and covered their faces with their arms.

Mal´Damba: Fooolish simple miinds.

Mal´Damba stood in the entrance of the hall with his snake on the shoulder. The snake stared at her with these dark purple eyes. It shot a green ray out of its eyes. Tracer felt her energy recovering her body getting lighter.

Tracer: What was that?!

Mal`Damba: Healing spiritss will support you noow.

Tracer: And what did I say about staying out of her?!

Mal`Damba: Youu seem to need help. You should consider yourself lucky Wekono has put a liking into you.

Tracer: Then, can I speak with him?

Mal´Damba: He cannot sspeak with normal humans, he is a ssnake.

Tracer: If you say so. Then just fight.

Mal´Damba: With eease.

Talon Commander: What are you doing? What have you done with them?

Mal`Damba: This is Wekonos power.

Talon commander: Go die you crazy punk!

The talon commander pulled out a rocket launcher and shot at the two. Tracer blinked away. Mal`Damba stepped forth. He jumped at the missile and slithered through it. He landed right in front of the commander.

Mal`Damba: I hope you believe me now.

Commander: What are you!?

Mal`Damba: I... will not tell you.

The commander dropped his rocket launcher and pulled out a pistol. He fired at the druid in panic who stepped aside and tossed his snake at the commander. It wrapped around his wrists and disarmed him.

Mal´Damba: Youu cannot kill meeAgh!

A bullet scratched his mask and left a little notch in it.

Tracer: Pay attention! The soldiers are coming back!

Tracer tried to keep her position putting down soldiers left and right.

Mal´Damba: Hm... fine.

He took the gourd from his belt and threw it on the ground. A bubbling green liquid poured out. He jumped in the middle of the puddle. The soldiers backed away from him as the liquid began to melt their boots. Another snake apeared in his hand. With that he shot poison at the soldiers while trieng to withstand the bullets.

Mal´Damba: Go noow kid.

Tracer: What? No I have my mission!

Mal´Damba: Its my duty to protect thiss temple! I will defeeat them!

Tracer: No you can´t do that.

Mal´Damba: LEAVE THISS TO ME!

Author note: This one is a bit longer than usual because I have no time next week so I wrote a short extra chapter to fill the gap.