The world was an odd place. Cut haphazardly and sewn back together while the blood was still warm and wanting, the rocks themselves left gaping. This was, without a doubt, almost as bad as Pandora. But almost only counted in horseshoes and hand-grenades. Or any other explosive, really. Idly Zer0 missed the ol' Norfleet as he looked upon the three obvious options. A single blast from that would've probably cleared the entire area.

No matter. There was nothing he couldn't do. Like shutting that one guy up. He'd been told it was impossible and he had done the impossible.

He would do so again. He had killed the Warrior, the Leviathan, the Invincibles, and countless others. This ball of light? It would fall beneath his onslaught just as everything else did.

His walk was quiet, listening to the babble around him a he continued ever on without a hint of emotion. While the others might not be used to killing things, and he did mean things, by the hundreds... Well, he was. Psychos and bandits and Hyperion soldiers and mechs and bullymongs and varkids.... They were all things. They were all dead.

They were challenges meant to be broken.

As the Koopa King roared his challenge, as the centurion approached the stranger, and the Merc...

Wait, there was a Merc.

Zer0 moved forward quickly, matching pace with the Courier, and he spoke:

[I][b]"Two leaves from the same
Tree, falling, drifting slowly
Harbingers of death."[/b][/I]

His sniper at the ready and his fingers itching for his sword, Zer0 accompanied the mystery merc into the valley of death.

Yeah, that had a nice ring to it. 

[I][b]"The valley of death
Will run a river of blood
No foe will remain."[/b][/I]
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