With War's distracting power surging through the room, and War herself armed to the teeth, the assembled heroes have quite a fight on their hands.
Locus has already brought the fight to her, so she tries to put a little distance between herself and him.
Reaching to her belt, she throws a grenade between them and the explosion is concussive, enough to force some distance between them. She uses the kick-back from the blast to roll backwards, and rises again with her sword in hand. After the shimmer in the air from the blast passes, she looks...different. Like she's unraveling around the edges. Her physical form can still be made out, so that they can see what they're doing as they fight her, but there's something...underneath, something that burns black. It's almost like she's starting to look like the idea of what war is.
She is just a concept, after all. Something born of the minds of mankind, simply pulled away from her old master to serve another.
When she talks, the words even start to sound less like words and more they're alien shapes imposing themselves on the air.
"It was always meant to be this way. It didn't matter who brought the end. It was always coming. You can't stop it."
She lunges at them, sword raised, and while a sword is usually a bad thing to bring to a gun fight, that's not the case when its wielder is fast enough to deflect bullets with it and it's enchanted to cut through just about anything.
DEFEATING WAR - Locus, Soldier 76, Sombra
Locus has already brought the fight to her, so she tries to put a little distance between herself and him.
Reaching to her belt, she throws a grenade between them and the explosion is concussive, enough to force some distance between them. She uses the kick-back from the blast to roll backwards, and rises again with her sword in hand. After the shimmer in the air from the blast passes, she looks...different. Like she's unraveling around the edges. Her physical form can still be made out, so that they can see what they're doing as they fight her, but there's something...underneath, something that burns black. It's almost like she's starting to look like the idea of what war is.
She is just a concept, after all. Something born of the minds of mankind, simply pulled away from her old master to serve another.
When she talks, the words even start to sound less like words and more they're alien shapes imposing themselves on the air.
"It was always meant to be this way. It didn't matter who brought the end. It was always coming. You can't stop it."
She lunges at them, sword raised, and while a sword is usually a bad thing to bring to a gun fight, that's not the case when its wielder is fast enough to deflect bullets with it and it's enchanted to cut through just about anything.