And it's not a second too soon, the first snap of spat webbing when it pins the nearest stalker against the wall, away from the now cooling butt of her gun. A few skitter off for it, crawling along the walls like cockroaches, distorted limbs bending at inhuman angles as they work to regroup. In total there might be five, six— considering the fact that they're comprised of shadows and glitching, occasionally fading digital markers, it's difficult to tell once they take the opportunity to melt into darker spaces.
"¡Ten cuidado!" Sombra shouts, aimlessly firing off a few scattered rounds to keep at least two of them from disappearing entirely. "Don't let them fade away or they'll try to get the jump on you, manita."
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And it's not a second too soon, the first snap of spat webbing when it pins the nearest stalker against the wall, away from the now cooling butt of her gun. A few skitter off for it, crawling along the walls like cockroaches, distorted limbs bending at inhuman angles as they work to regroup. In total there might be five, six— considering the fact that they're comprised of shadows and glitching, occasionally fading digital markers, it's difficult to tell once they take the opportunity to melt into darker spaces.
"¡Ten cuidado!" Sombra shouts, aimlessly firing off a few scattered rounds to keep at least two of them from disappearing entirely. "Don't let them fade away or they'll try to get the jump on you, manita."