Zeus is silent then laughs, "It seems we have a lot in common." Suddenly lightning strikes the ground all around them. "I control this weather and even though I could kill you but I see in the distance a 175 enemies behind us and it's completely fallen." Behind McCree is 175 fallen with every type. Captains, tanks, servitors, all different ranks. "So let's put our differences aside and stop them from destroying your town." Zeus ready his gun.