Sawtooth Spire and i'd call you atlas

Much had changed in a matter of a few hours. Stag was still wheeling from it all, but he knew his family - and he knew he had a purpose. Mahler had directed him to scout out the perimeters of the spire - Stag was unsure of where those perimeters were, but he would try.

In doing so, he came across a goliath on the trail. One that was steely blue and dark, one that possibly even made Stag's General look thin and wiry. Pausing with a quiet gasp, Stag's tail went up immediately. If this was another Zarya, he would be ready to tell this guy to scram.

Of course, he'd be real screwed if this guy decided he looked like a chew toy.