DVA

Perhaps surprisingly, they caught glimpse of Hana Song, more readily known as 'DVA'. In the insanity of this world, what was once a video game player seemed to equate well to Korea's Meka Corps. Sure playing video games likely wouldn't prepare the individual for the horrors and rigors of war. But for Miss Song, it seemed she fit into battle perfectly well. At least while in a meka. Outside of it, she was little more than a tasty morsel in a skin tight outfit.

And it was at this point that a pair of cave toads saw her. Next to a scrap heap that was once her Meka, it had been damaged in a recent skirmish with whatever rival team Dva had happened to have gone against, while her own team seemingly had given chase. This left Dva in her flight suit, sitting on a slow moving payload, which appeared to be some kind of high class car. She currently had a cell phone out, and was texting while blowing bubblegum. Leaning back, she seemed to not to have a care in the world. Dressed in little more than her trade mark blue and white flight suit, with the signiture bunny logo on the breast, she looked more like a model posing on a car than a member of Overwatch. So relaxed was she that her pistol, a last resort, lay at the side on the car hood next to her.

The reality was that Hana Song was simply waiting for another Meka delivery, something that was common enough for her. She routinely used them as bombs after all, it was a wonder her country wasn't going bankrupt on her antics alone. Still, despite blowing up a new Meka regularly, DVA had managed to gain enough of a global following to garner a great deal of interest in her home country. With her attractive look, gamer appeal, and the sexy one piece she wore, she was the fantasy a great many gamers out there.

The cave toads cared little of that, watching the slim beauty lounge on the car, and seeing her curves on display in her tight jump suit. No, the only thing they really cared about was stuffing Hana Song full of their titanic rods, and watching her bounce between them as she was bred like a proper bitch. Not that the girl currently relaxing on the car really knew that. The only thing she knew was she was bored, and wondering where the rest of her strike **** currently was. But unfortunately until her new Meka arrived, she wasn't in great shape to chase them down to find out. Instead she was content sitting and waiting, unaware of the approaching pair of cave toads that were fully intent to test to see how loud she could scream.