That, at least, is a game plan she can get behind. "You take the left side, I'll take care of the right." Those gore-slick tunnels can't go on forever, can they? Well— maybe they can, but Sombra likes to imagine the nightmare is limited in its abilities.
She presses a hand to the wall— to the gruesome, pulsing beat of its flesh, the jagged lines of teeth and bone where they cut through, exposed to the air. It's unsettling work, tracing her fingers along it as they walk to try and see if it's weak or that there might be a seamline worth prying open or peeling away. But then that's the whole point of this place, isn't it? And it isn't long before another group of malformed creatures wrest themselves free of the shadows, this time followed by another set of shambling monsters— and another—
"Watch your head, vaquero!"
A sharp round of fired shots snap past Roland's shoulder to cover him as a few tentacles come close to latching onto him with a feverish hunger.
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That, at least, is a game plan she can get behind. "You take the left side, I'll take care of the right." Those gore-slick tunnels can't go on forever, can they? Well— maybe they can, but Sombra likes to imagine the nightmare is limited in its abilities.
She presses a hand to the wall— to the gruesome, pulsing beat of its flesh, the jagged lines of teeth and bone where they cut through, exposed to the air. It's unsettling work, tracing her fingers along it as they walk to try and see if it's weak or that there might be a seamline worth prying open or peeling away. But then that's the whole point of this place, isn't it? And it isn't long before another group of malformed creatures wrest themselves free of the shadows, this time followed by another set of shambling monsters— and another—
"Watch your head, vaquero!"
A sharp round of fired shots snap past Roland's shoulder to cover him as a few tentacles come close to latching onto him with a feverish hunger.