[ No lie, McCree's right arm aches something powerful right about now. It doesn't help any that he's already put it through the wringer on this journey, having been attacked not once but multiple times by the hostile plantlife. The wounds are mostly healed by this point, but he'll have a fresh set of faint scars from where that one man-eater took a bite out of him, at least.
He hears the chatter around him--the shouting match between Olivia and Hanzo (that got intense, but, honestly, he's touched), the cheers, the skeptics. And, of course, Sieglinde's message from Ramir.
McCree nods his assent as he starts to unbutton his shirt. ]
Sure thing, d--ah, Riza. Provided that my opponent's amenable to the notion.
[ Another minute, and he's taken the shirt off. Doing so makes several things clear: the defined muscles on his broad chest and trim abdomen, the dense smattering of dark hair on that chest, and--most importantly--the fact that his left arm is almost entirely heavy metal. There's angry scarring where the prosthetic meets flesh, but the integration is otherwise seamless.
McCree sets his bionic arm up on the rock, opens his metal fingers.
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He hears the chatter around him--the shouting match between Olivia and Hanzo (that got intense, but, honestly, he's touched), the cheers, the skeptics. And, of course, Sieglinde's message from Ramir.
McCree nods his assent as he starts to unbutton his shirt. ]
Sure thing, d--ah, Riza. Provided that my opponent's amenable to the notion.
[ Another minute, and he's taken the shirt off. Doing so makes several things clear: the defined muscles on his broad chest and trim abdomen, the dense smattering of dark hair on that chest, and--most importantly--the fact that his left arm is almost entirely heavy metal. There's angry scarring where the prosthetic meets flesh, but the integration is otherwise seamless.
McCree sets his bionic arm up on the rock, opens his metal fingers.
Grins. ]