Solar Storm (Overwatch Illari x Male reader)

Chapter Twenty-One: Damages

(I've been forced to play competitive open queue just so I can play support in a competitive environment, what a cruel and unfair world we live in.)

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The second the lights went off, Hanzo pushed through the stronghold as countless Hashimoto goons stormed outside which granted him access to wherever he pleased, sticking to the shadows as he navigated the building. Whatever you had done, it had certainly attracted most of the attention of everyone in here, the rooms he had navigated were all but empty except a few rooms full of vaults. A childhood full of training finally paying off as he snuck past another rushing patrol, moving into another room as he finally found the cargo elevator that Omnic had described.

The only problem is that it was still being guarded.

"The Wanderer is here, why is he here?!" One of the guards cursed, turning to the other in hopes that it had an answer.

"The shipments from Talon must have brought him here! Damn terrorists have brought him straight to our front door!" The other responded, trying his best to hear what was going on outside. The only thing he could hear was shouting and yelling, the occasional pained scream echoing through the night.

"There's more of us than there are of him, he's only one man! He can't keep fighting forever!" One tried to reassure himself, his foot tapping nervously against the polished wooden floor.

"And yet we've still sent out almost everyone, learn to recognise a threat, boy!" The other retaliated loudly, "did you not see what he did to that gang in Germany? I don't know what they did to piss him off, but I'm not ending up like that man, it's not happening!"

"And what if he comes this way? W-What do we do?!" The grip on his blade tightened, his fear evident. Hanzo took out his bow, collected an arrow from his quiver before pressing the tip as it expanded, slowly spinning as he drew the string back. One of his scatter arrows that he had redesigned to function as a non lethal force, his hand met his cheek, his head tilted to look down the arrow as he aimed it at the floor just in front of them, a million different calculations going on in his mind as to where the split arrows would go.

"Then we-" a shuriken struck the man's suit and pinned him to the wall, a flash of green trailing by as a closed fist punched his head against the wall, denting the mask as the man fell limp, slumping down as the shuriken held his sleeve in place. Before the second man could even react, a kunai dinked against the mask of the second one before a foot roundhoused its way into the side of his head, knocking him against the floor as the mask cracked in two. Both guards knocked out cold as Hanzo rose to his feet, Genji and Kiriko emerging from the shadows as the fox tamer collected her kunai before pocketing it again.

"You're taking your time, brother." Genji spoke, peering over his shoulder at the archer. Hanzo huffed before slowly loosening the string, deactivating his arrow before putting it back in his quiver. He held his bow as he walked forwards, joining the other three as Kiriko smacked the button that summoned the elevator.

"Half a second more, and your interference wouldn't have been necessary." He spoke in a lowered tone, his stance boldening as he turned to his brother.

"Half a second too slow," Kiriko chimed in, causing the archer to grumble again. "Just use a blade in future, wasn't the brightest idea to bring a bow to an enclosed area."

"We aren't having this discussion again." Hanzo spoke with obvious irritation, refusing to indulge in this topic again, not in a place like this.

"Agreed, let us save this for another time. We have more pressing matters at hand." Genji spoke as he tried to reach some sort of middle ground between the two.