[The gunfire stops as Reaper gives his accuracy against the targets a cursory glance. For his shotguns, it's still impressive but the firing range is certainly not an Overwatch facility with its regenerating bots and neither could hope to match Tracer's speed. Behind the mask, he scowls, the museum battle going over again in his mind. It's something he knows he's going to have to compensate for better for in the future.
Ignorant to the fact that he's being watched, Reaper steps back from firing point and starts to check the shotguns in hand, seeing if he needs to strip them down for maintenance.]
It's okay! Totally understandable
Ignorant to the fact that he's being watched, Reaper steps back from firing point and starts to check the shotguns in hand, seeing if he needs to strip them down for maintenance.]