Jesse curses as his feet tug him forward of their own accord. The guy is fast, and there’s no way Jesse can keep up. He knows this. He’s good over short distances and in close quarters, not high-speed chases up and down buildings. But try telling that to his spellbound body, which has already started going through the motions of climbing up the fire escape after Hanzo.

“And I wasn’t kiddin’ about not havin’ a choice!” he shouts, trying and failing to stop his hands and feet from carrying him upwards. He hasn’t seen Hanzo fight in-person, but he can make a guess about his parkour skills from having seen Genji's and hearing about their childhood training. He has no idea what’ll happen if his idiot body tries to follow Hanzo from rooftop to rooftop. A few broken bones at least.