Partake in a most chivalrous knightly duel

Sombra rushed forward on her hands and knees to grab the autolance. Even with its electronics fried, it was better than nothing. She brandished it at Brigitte, wielding it like a club. The squire merely laughed at her.

"Your stance is off, cheat," she said with a smirk as she approached Sombra.

Brigitte had far more experience with melee combat, and far more strength. But Sombra had agility born from several years of crawling around in vents and skulking in the shadows, and unlike Brigitte, she didn't break her weapon. For five minutes, Brigitte chased Sombra around the field to the cheers of the crowd as Sombra dodged, parried and generally kept as far away as possible from Brigitte's fists. This wasn't the first time Sombra's been hit with an EMP blast, and she had a couple of backup systems installed in her hardware in case it ever happened again. But it would take a few minutes for those systems to kick in, minutes that she had to fight tooth and nail for.

At the very least, she was getting one hell of a show out of Brigitte. Her breasts bounced with every swing of her arms, her sports bra barely keeping them in, and her shorts rode halfway up her toned ass. Even while fighting for her life, Sombra could tell that some of the crowd was ogling her rather than watching her fight. The exception was Reinhardt, who was too busy yelling annoyingly helpful advice to Brigitte.

As Sombra tried to parry another blow, Brigitte grabbed the lance and snapped it in her hands before sweeping Sombra off her feet with a kick. Just in time, her hacking tech came back online, though she'd only have enough time to hack one thing before Brigitte got her hands on her.