The Soldier hit the ground rolling and pulled out his shotgun, blasting it at Genji. The cyborg ninja drew his sword and deflected the bullets, but instead of hitting the Soldier, as they had been intended to, they blasted Tracer, the Soldier's assailant. Tracer hit the ground hard, badly wounded, but in just a moment she had rewound her one time stream, healing the injuries. The Scout leapt to his feet and cursed.
"Damn it! How does she do dat? Seriously!"
"Really, love? You 'aven't ever seen anything like this? Well! If that seems strange, you're up for a real surprise in just a bit!"
Genji sheathed his sword and hurled several shuriken at the Scout, who danced out of the way of the deadly projectiles before pulling out his flying guillotine and hurling it at the ninja.
Genji snatched the cleaver out of the air and tossed it back at the Scout, before speaking up.
"Tracer! Don't warn him! We must continue our strategy of surprise if we are to survive! They are formidable!"
"THAT'S RIGHT YOU AXIS SCUM! WE ARE AS FORMIDABLE AS GENERAL PATTON, AND AS FORTIFIED AS GENERAL MILLS! WE'LL POUND YOU UNTIL YOU ARE NOTHING BUT ANTI-AMERICAN MUSH AND THEN WE'LL BAKE YOU INTO A PIE! BUT WE WILL NOT EAT IT, BECAUSE IT WILL BE AGAINST AMERICA!"
"Yeah! What he said! I'll beat 'ya skulls in!"
The Scout dodged the guillotine before he swung his bat at Genji, who preformed a high kick to knock the weapon out of the way, following up by punching the Scout in his sternum.
The merc hit the ground, rolled out of the way of three quick shuriken and leapt up behind Genji, kicking him in the back of the head. Genji turned, lifted his hands, and wordlessly challenged the Scout to unarmed combat.
"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh? Well, I'd be happy to pound the life out of 'ya, but there's one problem."
"What is that, my adversary?"
"Uh, I've got a little bitta backup, and I doubt he'd stand around waitin' for us to punch it out."
Genji turned, just in time to see the Demoman flying through the air after a sticky-jump, firing grenades from his launcher at the cyborg ninja. The Scout turned on his heel and ran away from the area as fast as possible to avoid the explosives, as Genji attempted to deflect them. Amazingly, he managed to hit several of the bombs with blows so glancing that he launched them away from himself without setting them off, but the last two explosives went off, sending him flying backwards.
The Demo landed, drew the Eyelander, and charged forward at incredible speeds, shield first. Genji leapt to his feet and drew his katana, blocking the Scott's incredibly forceful blow, as he tossed a few shuriken back at the Scout to try to keep him out of the way.
Meanwhile the Soldier fired his shotgun a few times at Tracer, who teleported back and forth to avoid the bullets, before drawing her own two pistols and firing them rapidly at the Soldier. Several of the quick shots hit the merc, staggering him and convincing him of the fact that he would need to get even more serious then he currently was.
"UP TILL NOW, I HAVE BEEN GOING EASY ON YOU! BUT NOW I HAVE DECIDED YOU ARE ANNYOING AND BRITISH ENOUGH TO MERIT SERIOUS ACTION! SO WHEN YOU SEE THE ROCKETS' RED GLARE, MAKE LIKE YOUR BUTT-BUDDIES THE FRENCH AND RUN AWAY!"
"That's low, love."
"ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR!"
The Soldier pulled his rocket-launcher off of his back and fired it at Tracer, who was so surprised by the sudden change in tactics that she failed to dodge. The rocket hit it's target, blowing off her leg. This wasn't a problem, however, as she effortlessly retconned it with a quick time-rewind.
"It's not that easy to kill me, Soldier! I'm going to make you pay for what your team did!"
"AND YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID! IN HELL! … BUT, UM… WHAT DID WE DO?"
Despite the Soldier's confusion, he didn't slow down for even a second. Firing a few more rockets at Tracer, he charged forward with his shovel. She dodged the rockets rather easily, but he managed to nail her with his melee weapon, sending her flying forward.
"I GOT YOU THAT TIME! REWIND THA- OH. DAMN IT, YOU DIRTY BRITS! ALWAYS COMING BACK FOR MORE!"
Tracer had once again rewound her time-stream, showing up behind the Soldier. That gave her the perfect opportunity to empty the entire clip of both of her pistols into the back of his helmet, melting part of it to slag and dropping him to his knees.
"OH SAAAAAAAY CAN YOU SEEEEEE…"
The Soldier fell on his face, unconscious. Meanwhile, both the Heavy and Bastion had run out of ammo at exactly the same time, and the massive Russian charged the Omnic with his bare fists.
The Medic was focusing on the Heavy, but noticed the Soldier's defeat out of the corner of his eye.
"I vill be right back, mein freund! I've got to help the Soldier!"
The Medic drew his syringe gun and fired it straight up into the air twice. About ten seconds later, two syringes fell from the sky, straight at Tracer and the downed Soldier, each miraculously hitting their targets. The Medic's syringes were filled with a semi-deadly poison, only lethal in high doses, but extremely painful in any dose. However, thanks to the Medic's experimentation, the poison actually healed members of RED team, just like his Medigun. By extension, when the syringes hit, Tracer fell to one knee, gripping her shoulder, suddenly wracked with pain, while the Soldier recovered enough to get on his feet and walk, albeit shakily.
"THANKS, DOC. I'M FINE NOW! BUT I DO NOT NEED ANY HELP! I CAN HANDLE THIS BRITISH BLOKE MYSELF, THANK YOU VERY MUCH."
The Medic didn't slow down for a second, climbing a rather steep and rocky hill in order to get to the Soldier's level. Occasionally he slipped and suffered a scratch, bruise, or cut, but his healing factor made them nothing more than scabs in just seconds.
The Soldier charged over to Tracer with his shovel, trying to smash the injured hero, but he was suddenly hit from behind by a plasma bolt that sent him to the ground almost instantly.
At nearly the same moment, a beam of energy began whipping out toward Tracer, healing her injuries and forcing the poison out of her body.
"Thanks, love. They call you Mercy for a reason, I suppose."
"Of course! Don't vorry, Tracer. I'll help you until someone else needs me."
"Sounds great! Let's get 'em!"
The Medic finally peaked the hill and faced Mercy, looking her straight in the eye.
"Vell, vell, vell, vat do ve have here? A German doctor zat heals using an energy beam zat only verks on her team, and makes snide comments the whole time? Sounds familiar, but I just can't figure out vy… Oh yes. You stole my entire shtick!"
"Please, don't flatter yourself. I've never heard of you before today. And I'm Swiss."
The Medic began healing the Soldier with his Medigun.
"Don't give me zat, doktor. Zat can't be a coincidence. So. Vat kind of combat do you prefer? Shall ve both hide behind our patients, try to fight at a distance, or perhaps we should make it a bit more… personal."
The Medic reached to his belt and drew his bloody bone saw, hefting it menacingly in Mercy's direction. She spoke up.
"Vell, I feel that there should be a fourth option."
"And vat vould zat be, dear?"
Mercy merely smiled. The Medic, after dozens of years doing what it was that he did, was able to read expressions fairly well. He knew exactly what Mercy's meant. There was someone right behind him. Where he made his mistake was in assuming that the Soldier knew this as well, and relying on him to watch his back.
Behind him, a black cloud began forming, slowly solidifying until it was in the shape of a hooded human figure.
"Time to reap."