Avoidance (McHanzo)

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​Pulling back his bowstring, he let out a hiss of pain as a bullet grazed his skin. At this stage, had no idea where they were coming from, and it was far too big of a fight to take a second to check. Quickly throwing himself away from an incoming grenade, he pulled himself above the battlefield. Hands gripping the platforms before him, he hauled himself further and further up until he ended on the rooftops. Hearing only a faint grunt of disapproval from Jack, he continued.

Pulling out a scatter arrow, he fired it right into the centre of the opposition. The crawling in his skin stopped for a few seconds, though when it came back he almost fell to the ground in agony.

Bounding across the rooftops, he landed yet another hit on another agent. It was never meant to be this way, there was meant to be peace, not a war where their simulations were infiltrated by enemies they never wanted to have. There were only meant to be missions yet there they were fighting in a battle more real than ever before.

"Shimada, get off the damn roof!"

A familiar voice rang out through the static he had grown accustomed to, and he recognised it immediately as Jack's. His com was coming loose, but he couldn't grab it as a bullet finally pierced his skin. Hissing in pain, it almost seemed to happen in slow motion. Falling to his knees, there was little option other than to simply avoid as much damage as he could whilst crawling to a medpack. His body felt heavier as he almost skidded the ground, a familiar cowboy almost throwing himself in front of him.  Hands clutching his storm bow in agony, he weakly tried to assist but to no use, his aim was less than useful. Desperately fumbling for his com to tell someone, anyone that they were surrounded proved futile, and he resorted to desperately applying pressure to the wound in the hopes he could stay awake just until the end of the battle.

The battlefield almost fell silent, all that could be heard was faint mumbling from Jesse that seemed to stop all in their tracks.

"Line 'em up-"

Knock 'em down.

He'd been told the story before, his mentor had taught him this. He almost hailed the man, having been saved from a life of crime and drugs by him. Then came the betrayal, and suddenly he was the villain of his fairytail. Agents fell left and right, and he tried to avert his eyes. Concern filled the other man's eyes, and in mere seconds he had his arms around him.

Clutching at the serape that hung loosely around Jesse's neck, Hanzo almost seemed to be gasping for breath. Whilst he would not be opposed to the warm embrace of death he could feel the dragons pining for Jesse under his skin. What these emotions were he was uncertain, but it did not soften the blows to his heart.

He deserved death, he deserved his death to bring some honor back. As the world's vengeance for him killing Genji all those years ago. He couldn't force words out, but it seemed the cowboy knew what he needed as he began to beg for help down the com.

"Mercy, I'm beggin' ya please get down here!"

The words seemed to fade and though his leg felt almost numb, it still left sharp pain stabbing at him every so often. Pulling the other man closer, ignoring everything around them, he could only hold him.

Jesse seemed to get the message, a firm arm wrapped around his waist as he tried to shield him from any more agents that may show. Arms shaking, the crawling in his skin unbearable, and fear filling his mind his breathing became labored and he tried to fight the darkness filling his vision.

"Leave me behind."

"Darlin' I'm not gonna do that!"

"Jesse, leave!"

He yelled weakly, releasing his serape and letting his arms fall uselessly to the ground with a thud. It was the only way they could win, he just needed to leave. With a hesitant nod, the cowboy scrambled off to the battle, leaving Hanzo laying on the ground in agony trying his best to stay alive.