Not Compatible

[Dell Conagher]

With little time to react, Dell dove to the side to avoid the flying blob of... whatever it was. Tucking and rolling, he popped back up and fired a blast of shrapnel from the Widowmaker at it. "Texas style, then. Have it your way." He says, pumping another shrapnel round at the general direction of the blob, peppering it and the area around it with sharp slag and shotgun pellets.

"Fast little thing. And creepy too." The engineer mutters, stayed on his toes as he reloaded. He kept an eye on its movements as his brain tried to formulate what the hell this thing was and if he could even hurt it, much less kill or capture it. He only had to hope that he could deal with it, or hold out long enough for someone to intervene.