With both so close to one another now and with both arms wrapped tight over their opponent's shoulder - there was no where else to go but forward - at the cost of the other.
Fists began to fly ferociously, hard blows coming in savage and fast as abs were dented in from impact, spittle and sweat flying from the carnage - each fighter secretly taking in the delightful sight of her opponent's face screwing up with agony as taunts and anger began to boil over the surface of confident facades.
They torture each other's belly for a while, bodies trembling from each blow amid high pitched moans, until Widowmaker takes the initiative by going much, much closer to her opponent with a clinch - before ramming a powerful knee into Tracer's toned, but battered belly.
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