Tracer vs. Widowmaker 08-09 (Patreon)

Widowmaker's expression screws into one of utter disbelief as her jaw loosens, yet no words emerge.

"Well? Doesn't this look more suitable for hand-to-hand combat?" Tracer's voice chirps through her head, losing none of its cheery trademark.

"So you are saying that 'I' -" Widowmaker reiterates firmly, still deciding if this was a huge joke. "- have to wear...this? This...skimpy...slutty...attire?"

Tracer smirks, and Widow scowls.

"Don't you even dare to-"

Tracer raises a finger and swipes the air like a fine British cutlass. "Ah ah ah! We need to be 'exposed', for all fairness. How could I possibly know you aren't hiding your tiny pistol or other nasty weapons under all that clothing?"

Widowmaker opens her mouth to speak again, only to be cut off.

"If you don't want it, I'll let you leave, but I'll take no other options for this fight. If you don't agree with my terms, I'll just have to...."

She peeks at a shiny red button in plain view. "...wake the entire ship."