Adult Content Warning
This work could have adult content. If you continue, you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.
-
Tags
Summary
Pharah is not at all fond of Overwatch's newest recruit. However, a showdown in a thin halfway just might change that.
"This is not a gunfight, Lacroix. You can't win this."
A sweet delicate scent tickled Pharah's nose and she realized that she was smelling Widowmaker's skin. Was it a perfume? Lotion? Perhaps a light spray? Whatever it was, it was tickling her nostrils in the most subtle yet intrusive way. She noticed beads of sweat dripping down Widowmaker's forehead like the condensation on a cold glass of water. When she made her way down to her eyes she realized they'd been watching her the entire time. The smirk had returned, mocked her.
"Oui, physically you outmatch me, but winning is not about strength."
A solid knee stabbed Pharah in her stomach causing her to drop to her knees. She then pulled out the rope from her grappling hook and with a quickness wrapped it around Pharah's wrists. Where the hell did she get that from? Pharah thought briefly before her unscarred cheek was forced against the wall.
"Winning is about strategy."