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Overwatch: Rise of Rose

Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch, its events or its characters. In a fit of rage, our protagonist accidentally kills himself and gets the option to get reincaranated to a world of his choice. Based on the many hours of dedication and a body pillow, he chooses the world of Overwatch. Join Shawn as he fights robots and helps change the world. Cover is done by Badbitch21.

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Healers in Action Part 2

Virginia POV:

Cut the head of the snake? Did he mean that he was going after the enemy's commander? I can't help but think back to the earlier days of training when he was going over the different types of enemies we would be facing.

After our grueling brain activity, he dimmed the room in preparation for a presentation. "Can anyone tell me what the deadliest omnic you'll face?" He asked us. Honestly, I would have assumed that the Bastion units were the deadliest as they could transfigure into machines capable of tearing through anything. 

With everyone taking their guess at what it could be, he did that smile he always does when he has one over us. "Realistically speaking, every omnic in this war is deadly, but there is one that no one wants to face. The R-7000 Ravager units. The 'squad killers' as the less derogatory name that everyone has dubbed them. 

These omnics are designed to kill. Even more reinforced armor than even the OR -14's, they carry deadly rail They watch from a distance, calculating your every move before determining the counter to your plan you hadn't even thought of yet. If you manage to catch sight of one, consider yourself already dead."

Hearing him explain that sent a chill down my spine, until Leslie asked, "If that's the case, then how are there reports of them?"

"Good question. The answer to that is simple. No one is perfect, not even omnics. Therefore, they too, are capable of making mistakes. They were designed with mentality that humans are inferior to them, therefore, true tacticians can outmaneuver them. But I can guarantee everyone here, that none of you are ready to face one yet."

Dwayne raises his hand, "Who designed them to be like that though?" He asks.

We watch his smile grow larger, "Who did indeed." 

My mind comes back to the present as he turns around to leave. "Wait, are you planning on dealing with a Ravager? We're just medics, we should leave that to the commanders to deal with." I protest to him. If he got hurt, or worse, killed, there was no telling what would happen to us. 

He looks back at me, "Yes, if the circumstances were like that, you would be correct. But, in this scenario, there is no one more suited to dealing with the Ravager than anyone else here. Besides S3bastian, of course. In fact, you want to come with?" He offers and I freeze up. 

Honestly, the very idea of the Ravagers scared me, more than the other omnics that we knew of. He must have seen my hesitation as he reaches a hand out to me. "Come on, I can promise that as long as you're with me, you won't get hurt."

As I slowly reach out to grab his, he suddenly grabs my hand, yanking me to him as he lifts me up and he begins running. For someone who is twelve, he's really strong and fast. I remember him saying that there were people who weren't ordinary, and that we had the chance to be like him which gave me hope. My whole life, I felt like I was useless. I wanted to do something for someone without messing up, but I was terrible at everything I did. But, coming here, I felt like there was the vaguest sense that I could finally do something.

The sounds of battle begin to fade, as he slows down. Putting me to the ground, he whispers, "No matter what happens, don't panic. Just remain still and silent." He tells me as I lay flat on the ground and followed his orders. 

Despite their being a battle, it was eerily silent, as a creeping sense of unease approached me. The many questions that run through my mind are instantly silenced the moment that a black metallic foot suddenly slams down next to my face. Successfully managing to hold back my scream as I remain still out of sheer panic. 

As I slowly and carefully gaze up to the figure right next to me, I recognize the black armor of the Ravagers, with the white mask. It doesn't seem to pay attention to me, even though I was right at its feet, shivering with fear. A snap resounds, making both of us look in the direction of the source, only to find Specialist Shawn standing there. 

The Ravager raises his rifle, and I begin to cry out for him to watch out. However, the moment that I blinked, Specialist Shawn is standing there with the Ravager in pieces as he holds its head in his hand. Tossing it to the side, he turns to me, "Well done. Now, let's go save our men."