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Cammy White (Street Fighter) Tracer (Overwatch)
"Spiral Arrow!"
"Missed me, luv!"
"Grr... Cannon Spike!"
"Over here!"
Cammy was out of her element, having multiple singed spots all over her leotard from the energy pistols wielded by her orange-clad foe, Tracer. She was quite skilled at street fighting, but Tracer hardly fought directly. Every time Cammy would get close to landing a blow on the teleporting gunslinger, Tracer would suddenly vanish and appear a short distance away in a blue light. However, Cammy had spotted a specific weakness...
Tracer could only do this three times in rapid succession, and she was getting cocky. Cammy moved in with her fists raised, aiming heavy punches and wide-swinging kicks at her foe. Forcing Tracer backwards, Cammy continued to voice her frustrations loudly about Tracer's Blink ability, causing Tracer to rely on it more and more only to infuriate the blonde assassin.
This caused Tracer to be unable to realize she was overclocking herself, and with her back pressed against a brick wall, the British brunette taunted Cammy by blowing raspberries at her and giggling. At the last second, Tracer saw Cammy closing the distance fast. With another giggle, Tracer shrugged casually.
"Now I'm here, now I'm--" The force of an elbow strike to the belly cut off Tracer's words, her pistols soon after clattering to the pavement from her loosened grip.
"Still here? You overextended yourself, luv." Cammy replied in a mocking tone as she began to ram her fists into Tracer's stomach repeatedly, pressuring the smaller girl into the wall as surprised gasps and wheezes escaped her lungs. Cammy seized Tracer's jacket, turning her around and slamming her against the wall. Pulling her away, Cammy walked to a nearby window and shoved Trace's upper body through it, shattering the window and causing cuts to open all over her face and arms.
"How about one more?" The blonde requested as she pulled Tracer up and walked over towards another window, shattering it as well with Tracer's barely-conscious form. Leaving her bent over in the shattered window's frame, Cammy took a moment to collect herself. Tracer could feel the gloved fingers gripping her tights and jacket, and knew more pain was coming. She took a moment to pull a grenade from her harness, knowing she only had one shot.
Cammy pried Tracer loose, kneeing her in the lower gut and letting her collapse to her knees, whimpering in agony. The blonde woman took a handful of brown hair, forcing Tracer's head back to meet her gaze through her broken goggles.
"Any last words, little girl?"
"...As a matter of fact..." Tracer mumbled before quickly slapping Cammy's belly, attaching a small beeping disc to her body. Everything slowed down for the brunette, and she felt her body move in reverse as the rest of the world came to a halt. As she relived the beating from Cammy, she felt her wounds heal as though they never happened.
Tracer returned to normal, standing a short distance from Cammy as the disc suddenly exploded with pulse energy, shredding the belly material of the green one piece and throwing Cammy across the street in the process with a pained shriek. She soon landed in a heap, her chest heaving as the blonde passed out from the pain. The victorious gunslinger walked up on the unconscious woman, firmly stomping a foot between her breasts and smirking.
"Ever get that feeling of deja vu?"
