Zenyatta sees the rocket launcher aimed at them, and in that instant, he wants to transcend, use the Iris to protect Rico. However, he's too exhausted. He can't reach deeper into his reserves. He can't connect to the Iris, distant from his touch.

Rico pulls Zenyatta down to the floor. The explosion overloads his microphones with too much sound. His sensors register the heat and start his fans whirring. A miss, but all it might take is a second rocket.

They're stationary. They're trapped. Fear grips at him, icy and piercing. He can't lose Rico here. No, no. Not Rico too. He can't lose anyone else today. He needs to do something.

"You will not be hurting my friend!" Zenyatta growls; his soul yells.

From his position on the floor, his orbs rising into the air and dart into their attackers. They aren't the orbs of bright blue energy he normally shoots during a fight. They are the actual orbs themselves, metal moving at a rapid pace towards his targets.

However, there are more than nine metallic clangs that ring out. Twice as many in fact. If Rico checks, he'll find that the people are knocked unconscious. Even wallowing in discord, Zenyatta somehow manages to pull his punches.

And there are eighteen orbs in the air. Zenyatta seems surprised by this fact as well.