[ Jesus. Straight out of an antiquities museum, this fella. More and more, McCree believes that he is truly dealing with the Achilles of legend. His right arm feels wrecked enough to support that conclusion, anyway.
He clutches Achilles's hand in his, and then he starts to apply pressure. His bionic hand is stronger than the flesh one by significant degrees--so much so that McCree's moderating himself, as (despite Hanzo's encouragement) he doesn't actually want to crush Achilles's fingers. The other man's divine-gifted strength is still in full force, but now it's met with the strength of science. ]
me, it was me
He clutches Achilles's hand in his, and then he starts to apply pressure. His bionic hand is stronger than the flesh one by significant degrees--so much so that McCree's moderating himself, as (despite Hanzo's encouragement) he doesn't actually want to crush Achilles's fingers. The other man's divine-gifted strength is still in full force, but now it's met with the strength of science. ]