"Really? Scarbot references at a time like this?" There's a harsh, metallic click as she reloads, snapping another magazine into place. For all the critical sarcasm she employs at first, it's a hard segue as she aims - mouth turning upwards into a sharp grin.
"Me encanta."
From there on out, it's quick, clean synergy: she's used to operating in tangent with Reaper or Widowmaker, a pair that leaves extraordinarily little room for error. For every pinned shade that takes more than a second to recede into the cracks in split paneling, there's a snapping spray of bullets to rapidly aid in the process of dispersal.
Less than a minute later, they're alone. Anything that hasn't been manually taken care of drawn off in a full, satisfying retreat. Which is when Sombra decides to speak up again, this time in earnest.
no subject
"Me encanta."
From there on out, it's quick, clean synergy: she's used to operating in tangent with Reaper or Widowmaker, a pair that leaves extraordinarily little room for error. For every pinned shade that takes more than a second to recede into the cracks in split paneling, there's a snapping spray of bullets to rapidly aid in the process of dispersal.
Less than a minute later, they're alone. Anything that hasn't been manually taken care of drawn off in a full, satisfying retreat. Which is when Sombra decides to speak up again, this time in earnest.
"Thanks for the help."