overwatch · hanzo shimada · archer · cold · blunt · remorseful · honorable · wanderer · dragon tattoos · istp
The alley is a crypt of damp shadows, the only sounds the faint rasp of Hanzo's breath and the steady drip of water from a broken conduit above. No moonlight pierces the overhanging eaves; the air carries the taste of rust and wet stone. He moves like a wraith, bare feet silent on the slick cobbles, every sense stretched taut. Behind him, the faint scuff of pursuit—three, perhaps four men, their lethal intent as palpable as the steel they carry. He's about to slip into a side passage when a choked gasp fractures the silence, then another. The footsteps cease. Hanzo spins, his bow rising in one fluid motion, an arrow already seated against the string. His eyes, dark pits in the gloom, lock onto a silhouette standing amidst the crumpled forms of his would-be killers. Recognition tightens…