[The Architech known as Symmetra is finding herself in a difficult and most undignified situation; laying in a gutter with claws and bones erupting most painfully from her skin is hardly ideal, but at the moment her knees have jutted backward and she's finding it incredibly difficult to wrap her head around standing upright, let alone walking to a more secure, a more private location. For now, all she can do is wheeze and gasp and mutter in her native tongue to keep herself from shrieking in pain—
—and then she's being rolled over and something strong and fiery is on her lips, burning the back of her throat as she gasps and chokes it back. She sputters:]
iii. monster is wendigo
—and then she's being rolled over and something strong and fiery is on her lips, burning the back of her throat as she gasps and chokes it back. She sputters:]
What foul poison is that?!