He’s eerily silent—not even a growl or grunt of exertion as he slams into Azúcar and she digs her nails into him in defense. It doesn’t last long. Though he seems mostly unresponsive, the sting of gunfire in his shoulder, gets his attention, and his grip on Azúcar loosens unceremoniously.

76 wheels around on Tracer, instead, stumbling as a result of the hits he just took, though her unloading her pistols doesn’t at all deter him.

If he recognizes his name at all, he certainly doesn’t show it, turning his attentions to the new threat and lunging at her.