[Something resembling a plan is beginning to form. It's not the best plan, but it's better than what they have at the moment, which is hoping they don't both get gunned down before they can run. He looks down at her when he feels her move, spying the pistol she brandishes. It won't do a damn thing to their attacker and they both know it. Genji's mask hides his grim expression, but his head tilts in a subtle nod.]
I will find you. [He says it just before she whips her arm over his shoulder and there's the tak-tak-tak of the pistol's silenced chamber in his ear. All it appears to do is cause the dark man to draw up in confused surprise, but it's enough time to act and Genji flings Angela into the air just as she pushes away. The white flash of her suit disappears out of the corner of his vision as he twists back around, wakizashi pulled from its sheath in anticipation.
And right on cue, the crack of one shotgun echos through the air and Genji just barely has time enough to duck out of the way, the slug from the second gun deflected off the edge of his blade. He feels the scrape of loose shot across the side of his face, but there's no time to think about it. The man is not subtle, loud and noisy, full of so much anger that Genji can practically feel it rolling off of him in frigid waves, but it makes him easy to track. A handful of shuriken embed themselves into his thick shoulder pauldron, the rest bouncing off body armor that must been heavier than he'd anticipated.]
You never did learn to take orders.
[The man's body dissolves into black smoke and hisses across the ground towards Genji, who leaps back, only to have the figure solidify with shocking speed and before he can react, he's tumbling across the ground clutching his chest.]
Sombra, where--
[Another round of throwing stars ricochet off the man's mask, followed shortly after by Genji himself, wakizashi bared. He swings for the intruder, blade slicing into fabric and presumably flesh- he can feel the difference in friction against the blade, but no blood comes. The man whips a gun at him and he side steps, slicing again, this time the blow glancing off the heavy barrel of the other gun. A shot kicks up dirt in the space he'd been occupying just a split second before, then another, and Genji finds himself having to run from a volley of shotgun shells that the man is able to fire much faster than expected.]
Leave this place! Whatever you want, you will not find it here today!
[The laugh that answers him is bone chilling.] You think you can stop me?
[Genji's feet dig into the dirt as he comes to a stop, his smaller blade snapped back into its sheath before his hand goes to the hilt rising behind his shoulder.]
I know I can.
[The blade hisses as it's pulled free, channeled energy focused into the first strike that lands squarely across the dark man's chest, sending him backwards, his shots going wide. Genji presses his attack in a flash of green discharged power, even as he feels a blast from the shotguns rip into his arm, until finally the darkness swallows his target once again.
This time, however, the curling smoke pulls away, seething across the ground and into the shadows of the tents. Genji comes to a stop, his damaged suit steaming in the morning air. He could pursue him, but if he was here for Angela, then he needed to rejoin her first.
His sword is returned to its sheath and he bolts in the direction she'd said the rest of the camp was evacuating towards.]
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I will find you. [He says it just before she whips her arm over his shoulder and there's the tak-tak-tak of the pistol's silenced chamber in his ear. All it appears to do is cause the dark man to draw up in confused surprise, but it's enough time to act and Genji flings Angela into the air just as she pushes away. The white flash of her suit disappears out of the corner of his vision as he twists back around, wakizashi pulled from its sheath in anticipation.
And right on cue, the crack of one shotgun echos through the air and Genji just barely has time enough to duck out of the way, the slug from the second gun deflected off the edge of his blade. He feels the scrape of loose shot across the side of his face, but there's no time to think about it. The man is not subtle, loud and noisy, full of so much anger that Genji can practically feel it rolling off of him in frigid waves, but it makes him easy to track. A handful of shuriken embed themselves into his thick shoulder pauldron, the rest bouncing off body armor that must been heavier than he'd anticipated.]
You never did learn to take orders.
[The man's body dissolves into black smoke and hisses across the ground towards Genji, who leaps back, only to have the figure solidify with shocking speed and before he can react, he's tumbling across the ground clutching his chest.]
Sombra, where--
[Another round of throwing stars ricochet off the man's mask, followed shortly after by Genji himself, wakizashi bared. He swings for the intruder, blade slicing into fabric and presumably flesh- he can feel the difference in friction against the blade, but no blood comes. The man whips a gun at him and he side steps, slicing again, this time the blow glancing off the heavy barrel of the other gun. A shot kicks up dirt in the space he'd been occupying just a split second before, then another, and Genji finds himself having to run from a volley of shotgun shells that the man is able to fire much faster than expected.]
Leave this place! Whatever you want, you will not find it here today!
[The laugh that answers him is bone chilling.] You think you can stop me?
[Genji's feet dig into the dirt as he comes to a stop, his smaller blade snapped back into its sheath before his hand goes to the hilt rising behind his shoulder.]
I know I can.
[The blade hisses as it's pulled free, channeled energy focused into the first strike that lands squarely across the dark man's chest, sending him backwards, his shots going wide. Genji presses his attack in a flash of green discharged power, even as he feels a blast from the shotguns rip into his arm, until finally the darkness swallows his target once again.
This time, however, the curling smoke pulls away, seething across the ground and into the shadows of the tents. Genji comes to a stop, his damaged suit steaming in the morning air. He could pursue him, but if he was here for Angela, then he needed to rejoin her first.
His sword is returned to its sheath and he bolts in the direction she'd said the rest of the camp was evacuating towards.]