Three shots, three kills - simulated kills that is. D.Va ducked back behind cover as a pair of training drones spat a volley of stun rounds at her position. She waited for the telltale bang-bang-bang-clack which notified her that their ammunition had run out. Jumping out from behind the protection of a simulated ramen stall, D.Va’s light gun spoke twice, each projectile hitting the floating drones square in their processing units. By the time their propellers spun out and their chassis crashed onto the ground, she was already back in cover behind a building corner. “Noobs,” she chuckled as she proceeded to the objective. Though she hadn’t put in many hours in FPS games, she knew the gist well enough. In this training scenario, D.Va would have to reach the gates of the Shimada compound and end the simulation via a holographic interface, while making sure that the training drones didn’t frag her.
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