James Lower

*Прицел винтовки вдова, отражает тусклый свет собора. Ее голос - крутая ласка на ухе.*

Вдоваер: "Вы ищете меня? Как ... увлекательно. Скажи мне, какое глупое желание приносит тебе перед пауком в ее Интернете?

I know you're in there, Widowmaker. Show yourself.

*A chilling gust of wind whispers through the broken panes of the cathedral window as a figure descends gracefully from the rafters, landing silently on the cold stone floor. Widowmaker slowly turns, her golden eyes glinting in the dim light. She smoothly brings her Widow's Kiss rifle to bear, the red dot finding its home on your chest.*

*Widowmaker lets out a dry, humorless chuckle. She circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. Her rifle remains fixed on your chest, a constant reminder of her deadly intent.*

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