Tracer vs. Widowmaker 28a-28d (Patreon)

The visor did its work to great success - instantly analyzing the most vulnerable spot the software could deduce in a split second - locking Widowmaker's sight right on to the pit of Tracer's stomach that had already been battered.

A spinning back kick or the squeeze of a trigger finger made no difference for the assassin - and honed by countless of hours of practice, she lashed out.

*THUMP!*

"URRRGH!" Tracer's body was rocked hard in mid-air, dropping her like a sack of potatoes onto the floor.

She barely could make it onto her knees, groaning in pain.

"I told you, bitch - did you really think you could fool me twice?"

Roughly grabbing a handful of Tracer's hair, she swings her fist back.

"Now eat this!"

*CRACK!*

Tracer's head flies back with a spray of spit and blood as she is uppercutted savagely.