Tracer VS Heavy is Sinnovalos' twenty-first DBX.
Description[]
Season 2 Episode 6! Overwatch VS Team Fortress! Speed against power as the two icons of rival shooters go head to head.
Intro[]
Fight[]
Location: London - Alive short (Overwatch)
On the rooftops, a lone Heavy looked over at the trucks. Miss Pauling had been as clear as she needed to be. Even though she sounded suspiciously like a Mexican woman who just so happened to have taken over RED base's communications after taking out Spy.
Hmm.
Anyway, he had his target. A girl who had been zipping over the rooftops distracting guards. Heavy would not be distracted though.
He was Heavy.
He was focused.
He was...
so incredibly bored. He ironically would prefer someone shooting at him, or better yet, him shooting at someone.
*flash*
"Huh?"
*zip*
Heavy rubbed his eyes. He tried to concentrate on the flashing light, which then inadvertantly rushed into him, knocking it on its arse. "Oops! Sorry big guy! I probably shoulda seen you from miles away. Erm! You know, because of the.. muscles and that."
Tracer's reasoning seemed to muffle itself as she continued digging herself a hole. "anyway, just be on the look out for a sniper, okay?"
"AHA!" Heavy realised, a fair distance into the conversation. "You are the girl!" he concluded proudly. Tracer sorta smirked, looking around for answers. "I... yeah. Yeah! I am girl. And you are - OH!" Tracer realised as Heavy's grin widened. Sasha began spooling up and the Overwatch Hero dived behind a chimney. "Shoulda known. Shoulda known!" she berated herself, as the gunfire began blasting out the chimney.
HERE WE GO!!!
Using a quick Blink, Tracer darted out to a side and fired at Heavy, who continued his march. The Russian shrugged off her initial attacks and simply looked to bulldoze her with his own minigun fire. Tracer jumped up and Blinked behind him, landing a few shots on his back before trying to outmanouvre him in a giant circle. Heavy hopelessly gave chase, spinning on the spot and wasting valuable ammo, and doing a real number on the nearby chimneys. When he finally slowed down, and took a moment to gain his composure, Tracer jumped on him, trying to apply a sleeper hold. "Steady. Hold on!" she commentated as the Russian mercenary stumbled towards the edge. "Uhh, nope!" she concluded, when she noticed the height of the drop and rolled off Heavy's front. She landed in plain sight of Heavy, who grabbed her by the face with his massive hand. "Now..." he commented, looking to throw her into the city streets. Tracer, desperate, Blinked forwards and dragged Heavy's arm with her, pulling him onto his front. She then kicked him in the face, trying to make him surrender his hold. Little luck, and Heavy slammed her back first into the roof, almost crippling the English Hero. She groaned, looking into the sky as she tried to fold some life back into her spine, but all she could hear was Heavy winding up Sasha again. She pulled herself into a ball and slid down a chimney, totally not walking in on a couple getting it on in the middle of their couch.
The music playing on their phone seemed to lower in volume as the sheer awkwardness of the situation came into view. "I'mnotlooking,don'tworry,pretendI'mnothere!" she said, flustered, as she dived out the window and climbed up the side of the building, accidentally knocking the moodsetting candles into the streets below. She leapt onto the roof, and came face to fist with Heavy, who hit a punch that Mike Tyson would be proud of, knocking her off the roof. Desperate again, she Blinked into another apartment, this time one with some guy writing on DBX Fanon. She glanced over his shoulder, and recognised the thumbnail. "Oh man, Hana kicked his butt!" she remarked, forcing the writer to snap his head around in sheer confusion. This time, the mood was disrupted by Heavy, who had grown tired of these constant mood-breaking shenanigans. The Russian threw the writer across the room and then looked to thump Tracer into the ground. The Hero Blinked past him and towards the door, spraying him with Pulse Pistols, which singed his shoulders and arms. Heavy smirked though, as he saw Tracer leap and flip towards him, pistols aimed right down his throat. He grabbed her, and started squeezing her, strangling her at a breakneck pace. Tracer wheezed, and panicked, as her eyes rolled back. She Blinked, pulling herself up - she had to capitalise. But it was no use. Heavy sinched in, and she faded...
Faded...
Fad-
RECALL!
As fortune would have it, the Recall brought her back to the opening she created with the previous Blink. With what little she had left, she Blinked again, this time forcing a makeshift headbutt on Heavy, stunning him and forcing him to release his grip. She then threw a Pulse Bomb, sticking it to Heavy. Tracer then Blinked a final time, pushing the doomed Russian out the window to fall to the streets below, enveloped in a blast of energy.
Tracer then fell into the writer's chair and looked closer at the battle. "Yeah! Get him Hana!" she cheered, with a splutter as she scrolled through the battle.
Conclusion[]
The winner is Tracer!