Tracer tries to escape, but...

With one swift movement, Tracer flings the woman off her body and she sprints away. She's unable to use her abilities at all thanks to Widowmaker's device, but she still has an incredible and quick body to fight with! She reaches down for her pistols, and then... she finds nothing.

Both of them lay by Widowmaker's feet, and the assassin smirks. She seems confident--not even readying herself for battle. She simply stands there with the other girl's weapons beside her tall black boots.

"I can fight you without my guns," Tracer boasts, rising up her fists into a combat position.

"Try," she says in response, clearly mocking and teasing the agent. She winks.

Quickly, she begins to run at Widowmaker, knowing that she's the better fighter.

She's a sniper. I've got this. She doesn't stand a chance.

Just as she arrives, Widowmaker presses something on her wrist. The spider on the Accelerator blinks and she's **** back in time, rewinding her to her starting position. Tracer's eyes widen.

She's controlling me, like I usually do... Oh no.

Widowmaker grins. "Try again."

Tracer's face turns red with humiliation and anger as she does as she's told. She runs forward, knowing her device has a delay on that specific technique. She can't be rewound again quite yet. But just as she steps forwards, Widowmaker presses a button on her wrist again. She's teleported forwards, stopping immediately in front of the assassin with a panicked expression.

"Woah~!" Tracer shouts as she nearly tackles the blue woman.

However, it was another web for the fly to be caught in. Widowmaker strafes to the side, and from a small spider-like mechanism in her hand comes a quick burst of a purple gas into Tracer's face. She comes to a skidding stop and coughs for a moment before flailing her hand until the cloud disperses. She turns, and looks to her opponent with confusion.

How can I fight this?!

But then, she shivers. Arousal begins to grow through her body, especially in a few specific areas. For reasons unknown to her, she begins to pant and grow hotter by the second.

"You poisoned me," Tracer mutters.

"Don't worry. It won't kill you," she replies with a smirk.