Soldado. Locus? It matches. Powers, fighting style...accounting for the physical transformation, at least.
Why isn't he pressing the attack?
"We exist together now, two corpses in one grave." That gravelly voice would haunt her nightmares, if she slept, and with the memory of that implacable, eons-old hatred pressing on her, suddenly everything solidifies into a horrifying clarity, the data not so much interpreted as crystallized.
no subject
Soldado. Locus? It matches. Powers, fighting style...accounting for the physical transformation, at least.
Why isn't he pressing the attack?
"We exist together now, two corpses in one grave." That gravelly voice would haunt her nightmares, if she slept, and with the memory of that implacable, eons-old hatred pressing on her, suddenly everything solidifies into a horrifying clarity, the data not so much interpreted as crystallized.
Sombra. Run.