Walls were simple obstacles, nothing like moving targets and foreign weapons seeking injury. Moving enemies proved harder to hit, and of course, owners of weaponry that wanted you dead or harmed were always an inconvenience when you are sniping form a perch. Hanzo scanned the red brick wall before him, searching for an easy path to the roof. He enjoyed the ability to assess situations, carefully work out problems in his head, tapping at every possible solution. Turning his head, he noticed three stories of windows. Hanzo made his way over and began his ascent, using the windowsills as footing as he pulled himself up to the next until he landed quietly on the roof.
Hanzo gazed over the silent city of Dorado. His mission with a few other (annoying) members of Overwatch lasted short, ending with the payload safe and a few injuries for the team. Mercy took care of them with precise, meticulous work. He exhaled slowly, a cool, night breeze settling over the town, disturbing the hanging lant