Tracer vs. Widowmaker 18a-b (Patreon)

Widowmaker grins, eager to feel her opponent's soft flesh on the hard knuckles of her tightened fists. She takes a short, sharp breath just the same as Tracer lets out a pitched, exhausted moan, before she swings her fist again, her body tensing in anticipation of relishing in the sensation of a well-placed hook.

She blinks, and it only takes a blink before Tracer is gone, a beautiful blue hue flashing bright, making Widowmaker blink in turn in utter confusion. Then she realises what has just happened, and she utters a soft 'merde'.