[Following Sombra wasn't hard. It was as if the woman was unaware that she could be kept track of through walls and certainly when camouflaged. Which, if Widowmaker thought about, it probably meant that Sombra really wasn't. Then again, the woman always had been rather overconfident in her abilities.
Eventually, they hit an impasse when her target noticed she was being watched and Widowmaker had to decide if she would reveal herself or not. Given then glowing face paint, the odds were that while this Sombra had probably heard of Talon before, she hadn't been approached by them. Conclusion: it was pointless to reveal herself or her purpose in stalking the woman. It would only lead to--
Supernaturally heightened reflexes and the fact that she was watching Sombra intently were the only reasons Widowmaker had already moved from where she'd been by the time Sombra squeezed the trigger, using the sound of the gun to cover that of her grappling hook. The problem with a submachine gun was that they weren't the most accurate weapon unless one was good with it; Sombra was very good. Had she known right where Widowmaker had been when she fired, the sniper would have been well out of the way by the time the bullets sprayed the wall. But as the shot was less of a shot and more a spraying of the general area... that was a lot harder to completely avoid, even if one was unnaturally enhanced.
There was only a gritting of teeth and a quick intake of breath as one of the bullets tore through the side of her thigh. It wasn't deep enough for the bullet to lodge but not shallow enough to be called a graze. Despite the pain - something that wasn't unknown to her - she wasn't concerned about it; she didn't bleed the same way other people did and she could doctor it herself. When she had the time, of course.
Widowmaker landed silently on a support beam about twenty meters away, inverted with her grapple line about her leg supporting her while her other limbs held her in place. She couldn't directly see Sombra from where she was at, but her visor made the woman's heat signature blaze bright and true, even through the beam, as she tipped her head back. For all Sombra could tell, she'd been shooting at a ghost, a figment of her imagination... unless she noticed the few droplets of blood - dark and old looking despite its wetness - on the floor a ways away.
Maybe that wouldn't be noticed, as the trill of automatic fire would definitely draw others to the area.]
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Eventually, they hit an impasse when her target noticed she was being watched and Widowmaker had to decide if she would reveal herself or not. Given then glowing face paint, the odds were that while this Sombra had probably heard of Talon before, she hadn't been approached by them. Conclusion: it was pointless to reveal herself or her purpose in stalking the woman. It would only lead to--
Supernaturally heightened reflexes and the fact that she was watching Sombra intently were the only reasons Widowmaker had already moved from where she'd been by the time Sombra squeezed the trigger, using the sound of the gun to cover that of her grappling hook. The problem with a submachine gun was that they weren't the most accurate weapon unless one was good with it; Sombra was very good. Had she known right where Widowmaker had been when she fired, the sniper would have been well out of the way by the time the bullets sprayed the wall. But as the shot was less of a shot and more a spraying of the general area... that was a lot harder to completely avoid, even if one was unnaturally enhanced.
There was only a gritting of teeth and a quick intake of breath as one of the bullets tore through the side of her thigh. It wasn't deep enough for the bullet to lodge but not shallow enough to be called a graze. Despite the pain - something that wasn't unknown to her - she wasn't concerned about it; she didn't bleed the same way other people did and she could doctor it herself. When she had the time, of course.
Widowmaker landed silently on a support beam about twenty meters away, inverted with her grapple line about her leg supporting her while her other limbs held her in place. She couldn't directly see Sombra from where she was at, but her visor made the woman's heat signature blaze bright and true, even through the beam, as she tipped her head back. For all Sombra could tell, she'd been shooting at a ghost, a figment of her imagination... unless she noticed the few droplets of blood - dark and old looking despite its wetness - on the floor a ways away.
Maybe that wouldn't be noticed, as the trill of automatic fire would definitely draw others to the area.]