[She turns her back to him and narrows her eyes, listening for anything that would give away the Shadow's position but she knows that the second she does it could all be too late. They're fast like quicksilver, and they're not called Shadows for nothing.
Something rattles, and in a beat Trish takes out Ombra and fires blindly in the direction of the sound. She's unsurprised when there's nothing there, but she still curses under her breath.]
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[She turns her back to him and narrows her eyes, listening for anything that would give away the Shadow's position but she knows that the second she does it could all be too late. They're fast like quicksilver, and they're not called Shadows for nothing.
Something rattles, and in a beat Trish takes out Ombra and fires blindly in the direction of the sound. She's unsurprised when there's nothing there, but she still curses under her breath.]
Where the hell are you, you son of a bitch.