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“You’ll have to do better than that!” Tracer mocked as she blinked forward, her pistols spinning as they replenished their seemingly unlimited ammunition. Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last rounds of fire in her clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her shots, clicked the empty rifle several times as if surprised to find herself running empty and, to Tracers stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside! The girl had hardly ever seen the dark assassin without her treasured weapon and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a unique chance, maybe this was the time she’d actually win, actually capture her! Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her face as a spray of Tracer's pulse pistols shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, eyes focusing on a point far above her, her hand reaching out with precision, the slow, almost imperceptible beat of her heart making finding her target a breeze. Tracer watched as with a burst of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her weight and beginning to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to lose the opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the world shift around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulse pistols shifting back with a practiced flick of her wrists into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs. Widowmaker let out a grunt as she felt the sudden weight, slowing her accent and sending them Big boobs both careering through a window on the far building, shards of glass glistening and reflecting what pale moonlight there was. Un. As they rolled and scrambled to their feet Widowmaker’s mind counted every second with precision, this was the critical phase. She was on her feet first, her history as a ballerina giving her poise and balance beyond that of Tracer when she was not in the process of blinking around. Deux. Tracer looked over as she came to her feet, refocusing her gaze on Widowmaker through the yellowish glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a glint of steel, a flash. “Trois!” Widowmaker shouted as the blade left her hand. “Ahh!” Tracer cried out as the knife pierced her jumpsuit, burying itself to the hilt in her chest, pain blossoming in her like a flower as she, on pure instinct alone, recalled. The pain vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her body back to precisely where it had been, exactly three seconds ago. “Ah! No! Ahhh!” Tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alley, except this time without Widowmakers legs to grab a hold of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravity took its unrelenting hold on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her efforts only served to slow her inevitable fall to the ground below. “Ugh!” She gasped, hitting the grimy floor of the alley with a heavy thud and a bad sounding crack from her chronal accelerator. “Uuuhhh…” She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her knees, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to focus on a suddenly prominent point of red flashing light. The Venom mine detonated in her face, a cloud of pink gas engulfing Tracer, filling her lungs and, without the escape of her accelerators recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and crawl out of the pink haze that swirled oppressively around her. Widowmaker stood on the edge of the building's roof, a smirk on her features as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink cloud, different from its usual purple, but it was, after all, a unique formula, fit for its very unique purpose. With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to collect her Widows Kiss Rifle and japanese waiting until the last of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad figure of Tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing hard and coughing. “Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose?” She said in a calm cadence, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, her usually stoic expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features. “W-what did you do to me!” Tracer coughed out, the fear and disorientation in her bright vibrant voice music to Widowmaker's ears. 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