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"Enemies one click south, repeat within firing range," Reinhardt bellowed from behind his shield.
Fareeha stared at Angela, concern etched on her face. "That's the first wave, but do they have backup? I need aerial confirmation."
"I'm not done patching you up. We need to stay behind the shield," Angela chided gently, focusing on the tether between her and her lover.
Fareeha thought for all of three seconds before muttering, "You're coming with then," and engaging her jump jets. The two flew up into the sky, and Fareeha began reporting the waves of combatants she observed while Angela was ripped to her place in the sky. Almost immediately, as if a certain spidery sniper had sensed the reckless planning of the Egyptian, Angela's Valkerie suit was pierced, and she began to plummet.
Noticing the glow fade from the disconnection of the caduceus staff, Fareeha swooped to catch her, cradling her to the ground, smirking besides her best judgement.
"What in the hell could you find funny about this, you arschloch!" Angela practically screamed through the pain of the nanobots repairing her chest.
"You're shot through the heart, and I'm to blame. Darling, I give love a bad name."
Reinhardt's barks of laughter could be heard by the enemy, who were very confused by the reaction to the assumed loss of their healer.