Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160328015950

There it was. Mercy saw it; the beast that would dare attack his men. He didn't know if this was the same one causing the explosions.. but it caught his attention nonetheless. His hands motioned for whoever was alive to keep their distance as he approached. Medics were rushing all over the place, locating the dead and treating the wounded.

Mercy stared up at the rampaging beast. There was no passion in his killing. They all died too quickly. There wasn't enough suffering.. not enough screaming, no pleads for the pain to stop. He thought this beast as a beast; and nothing more. As he approached, he took up one of his fallen soldier's machine crossbows. He already saw that it wasn't affected by them. Now, Mercy just wanted his attention. With perfect aim, he fired three shots that would bounce off his back. He then dropped the crossbow. How would the construct react to him, from this distance? A wounded looking young boy, amidst the heavily armored soldiers that didn't resemble humans?

(To imagine the Overwatch standard uniform, think of a more medieval version of this .)