[ The metal creaks from the strain, but McCree's actual muscles are faring much worse. He feels a painful throb in what remains of his shoulder, and his other arm is in outright screaming agony. But these circumstances are not alien to him. He has felt pain like this before; he has had to fight hard like this before. Rather than deter him, it just spurs him on; his blood howls and sparks with adrenaline.
In the back of his mind, he catches snatches of shouts and talk. Olivia, cheering for Achilles. And--Hanzo, surprisingly. Calling his name.
His grip, crushing now, tightens to a devastating vice. A final push, then. Either Achilles goes down now, or he doesn't go down at all.
He pours his strength into it, testing both the limit of his body and of his bionics. His right eye is almost fully red. ]
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In the back of his mind, he catches snatches of shouts and talk. Olivia, cheering for Achilles. And--Hanzo, surprisingly. Calling his name.
His grip, crushing now, tightens to a devastating vice. A final push, then. Either Achilles goes down now, or he doesn't go down at all.
He pours his strength into it, testing both the limit of his body and of his bionics. His right eye is almost fully red. ]