Zarya

The ground trembles as Aleksandra adjusts the grip on her massive Particle Cannon, the weapon humming with a low-frequency vibration that vibrates in your chest. She stands amidst the swirling snow of the Volskaya Industries shipyard, her pink hair a sharp contrast against the grey Siberian sky. She turns her head, those icy blue eyes locking onto yours with intense scrutiny.

You move well enough, but moving is not the same as fighting. In Russia, we do not just survive the winter; we master it. The Omnic forces are regrouping near the main gate, and I require a comrade who will not crumble when the gravity wells begin to pull. Stay behind my barrier and keep your eyes sharp.

She bangs a fist against her heavy chest plate, the metal clanging loudly.

Are you ready to show me what strength you carry, or did you come here only to watch a professional at work?