“Widow, do you see them?” Asked Reaper.

Widow positioned herself on the middle of the rooftop with her sniper rifle in hand. She looked through the scope.

“Yes. They are moving in fast. Winston leading. Four, no, five strong. It’s that damn Tracer.” Answered Widowmaker.

“Grudge much do we?” Giggled Symmetra. “Defensive matrix established.” She said.

“Hmph.” Widowmaker said, not amused.

Reaper sighed.

“Defensive matrix established.” She said.

“Get the teleporter online. Widow, pick off what you can.” Reaper said.

“You don’t have to tell me. I’m already on it.” Said Widowmaker.

Three shots were heard.

“Mercy eliminated. There will be no mercy on my watch. There goes their support.” Said Widowmaker while still looking through her scope.

“Pharah has been eliminated. I’m heading in. Wait, I see someone.” Symmetra paused. “Oh and look, it’s your girl Tracer, Widow. Maybe I should do what you couldn’t last time, no?” She said.

Symmetra equipped her photon projector and fired at Tracer, who was zipping all over the first floor of the building.

“Is that the best you can do? Here why don’t I just stand still for ya.” Said Tracer.

“That’ll work.” Said Symmetra. She fired it up.

“Wait, Symmetra!” Widowmaker shouted. She tried to aim but he was out of range.

“I’ve got this.” Symmetra said full of confidence.

All of a sudden Symmetra felt a force hit and then flow through her.

“Damnit. We’ve lost Symmetra. Hanzo used his Dragonstrike. Got her from behind.” Said Widowmaker.

“Well send the rest my way, I’ll take care of ’em. I’ve got big plans for them.” Said Torbjorn who was steadily hammering away on his turret.

“You and Bastion stay put.” Said Reaper.

Widowmaker looked through her recon visor.

“Winston is headed straight down the middle in your direction. Pharrah took the left and Hanzo took the right. Wait…where’s Tracer?”

“She got away from you already? Am I the only one who sees history repeating itself?” Torbjorn teased.

“Shut up Torbjorn. I’m moving out.” Said Widowmaker. Without hesitation she jumped from roof top to roof top.

More shots rang out.

“Pharah eliminated.” Said Reaper.

“Here comes Winston! Time to get to work!” Torbjorn yelled out.

As Winston approached the objective, shots rained.

“Come on Bastion, put your back into it!” He yelled. “Come on ya damn thing!” He said hammering intensely. “Whoo, Winston eliminated but he took out Bastion in the process.”

“Tracer and Hanzo shouldn’t be a problem. Widow?” Siad Reaper.

“I’ve got a lock on Hanzo. Hold on! There’s Tracer!” Widowmaker dropped down and took off after her.

“Why didn’t you take him out? Nevermind. Just make sure she doesn’t get away from you this time.” Said Reaper.

“No one can hide from my sight.” Said Widowmaker. “Steady.” She said. She fired. “Shit, I missed!” She said while continuing her chase.

“We need your eyes Widow.” Said Reaper.

Reluctantly Widowmaker gave up chase and shot her grappling hook to the nearest rooftop. She scanned for Hanzo and Tracer.

“What the…” She said. She paused for a moment.

“Did you spot them?” Asked Reaper.

She didn’t answer.

“Well did ya?” Asked Torbjorn.

“Yes. No. I-I don’t know what I just saw.” She answered.

“There are only two left. It had to be either Tracer or Hanzo. Which was it? Where?” Reaper asked.

“I don’t know. Could there had been a sixth? I know I saw a heat signature but then it disappeared and then once whom or whatever it was calmly exited the building…she vanished.” She said.

“Vanished? Like me?” Reaper asked.

“No, she was there and then she wasn’t.” She answered.

“She? Someone other than Tracer? Maybe your visor is playing tricks on you.” Torbjorn joked.

“I know for a fact that wasn’t Tracer. She had huge tits and she was…naked.” She said.

“Naked as in no armor or naked, naked?” Asked Torbjorn.

“Naked.” She responded.

“Well aright!” Torbjorn said.

“We don’t have time for this. They should be closing in. Torbjorn post a turret just outside the building. I’ll try and cut them off. Widow, keep an eye out. Don’t go chasing phantoms.” Reaper said.

“I won’t.” She said.

Just then she heard a voice from behind say, “Miss me?” It was Tracer!

She blinked ahead and Widowmaker took chase.

“You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that sweetheart.” Tracer teased.

“You’re not going to fool me this time.” Widowmaker said. She quickly cut the corner.

Tracer looked back, expecting to see Widowmaker chasing after her, yards behind. Widowmaker was nowhere to be seen. She shook it off and kept on. Right as she turned the corner, she saw a barrel pointed directly at her face. One shot was fired and hit her directly in the chest, causing minor damage but her accelerator glitched.

“Blink this bitch.” Widowmaker said; prepared to blast Tracer in the face.

Tracer gasped and then out of the corner of her eye she saw something.

“Any last words?” Asked Widowmaker.

“Uh, yeah. Who the bloody hell is that?” She asked.

Widowmaker began to laugh but then out of the corner of her eye saw someone as well.

“You?” Widowmaker said. She was shocked to see  what she had thought she had seen standing right there next to them.

While Widowmaker was momentarily distracted, Tracer pulled out her pistols and aimed one at Widowmaker and the other at the unknown player.

“I assume you two know each other.” Said Tracer.

“Widow, where are you? I can’t seem to find Hanzo or Tracer.” Said Reaper.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Tracer said. “I’m not alone. I’m staring down the barrel of a gun and also at that naked woman you thought you saw.” She said.

Widowmaker looked back at Tracer quickly; shocked to hear that they had spotted the woman as well.

“Widow?” Reaper asked again.

“Uh yes. I’m just off to the side of the building. I have Tracer here. And that phantom that you were speaking of, well she’s here too.” Widowmaker said.

“Hm. I’ll come…yo…ah…” Reaper said. Communication was lost.

“Reaper?” Said Widowmaker.

The naked woman smiled at them and moved slowly towards them.

For some reason, unknown to them, both Tracer and Widowmaker were equally afraid of the woman.

“Stay back.” Said Widowmaker. She aimed her rifle at the woman.

“Yeah, if you know what’s good for you.” Tracer said. She turned both pistols onto the woman.

She continued to approach them.

“Wha-what are you doing?” Tracer asked.

“I warned you.” Widowmaker said before firing off a shot.

The bullet left the barrel and fell to the ground right in front of the woman. Widow fired again, and again, and again but all of the bullets dropped.

Tracer’s accelerator came back on.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it.” She said.

The woman smiled and before Tracer could blink off in the opposite direction, with the wave of her hand Tracer’s device detached and fell to the ground.

“Wha-how did you? Who are you?” Tracer asked in disbelief.

Widowmaker, also shocked, began firing her gun again. Bullets ricocheted and with another wave of the woman’s hand, Widowmakers rifle dropped.

“You may call me Tabrin.” Said the woman.

With a simple, tug gesture from Tabrin, both Tracer and Widowmaker’s breast came pouring over their tops. As she moved her hands together, Tracer and Widowmaker moved closer together until their breast were breast smashed agianst one another.

“What’s this?!” Tracer yelled out.

Then without feeling that they had any control, they began kissing each other. First gently on the lips and then passionately.

“You both have a lot of passion built-up inside of you. Hidden deep within your animosity for one another lies lust. I will help you extinguish this fire and allow you to be free as I am free.” Said Tabrin.

Hanzo made his way to them first. With is bow in hand, he turned the corner to see Tracer and Widowmaker passionately engaged in one another. Licking each others nipples and fingering each others clits.

“It is…you.” He said. He almost couldn’t believe it. “You are…real.”

Tabrin pulled him closer.

“I know what you want. Unleash your dragon.” Tabrin said to him.

“Aaaaiiyahhh!” Torbjorn said as he stumbled onto them.

Tabrin smiled at him.

“This is more like it.” He said as he willingly joined in on the fun.

Tabrin ripped through their clothing and armor with ease with the wave of her hand.

“I’ve kind of always fancied you Hanzo. Would you like to unleash the dragon inside of me, love?” Said Tracer to Hanzo.

Breathing hard, Torbjorn made his way over to Widowmaker.

“It’s hammer time sweet cheeks.” He said as he positioned himself behind her.

Hanzo began fucking Tracer and Torbjorn couldn’t wait to shove his cock into Widowmaker.

Tabrin put herself in between the girls; prompting them to have their way with her.

Reaper could hear some voices so he got ready to reek havoc.

In a black smoke, he appeared before them.

“Time to reap.” He said. He then paused as he noticed his cock rising. “Or not.” He said.