[center][h3]Zer0[/h3]
[b]Level 1[/b] - (5/10) EXP
[b]Location:[/b] 1-1, Lower Canyon
[b]Word Count: 308[/b][/center]
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Walking through the canyon reminded Zer0 of fighting through Hero's Pass. Big old rock wall filled with holes. The only difference, really, was that he wasn't having to fight through elite Hyperion soldiers and bots. And there was no Jack, no Warrior, waiting for him at the end.

Probably.

Hopefully.

Zer0 didn't flinch as the boulder fell behind them, blocking off the easy escape route.

As if he would run. Ha! And it looked like the merc agreed! Perfect. It would be just like old times.

It was then that a figure rushed past directly at the incoming horde. The one called Death. Zer0 was reminded briefly of Kreig, that Psycho. If Death was anything like his name implied, though, it would be helpful. While he and the merc engaged in close contact, however, Zer0 wouldn't just sit and wait.

Pulling out the Sniper he started moving, aiming, zeroing in. He moved erratically, fully aware that other long range fighters would be targeting him. Hyperion Hawks always had. But they were just a sample of himself, in the end, with their crappy ass cloaking tech that couldn't even hide their movements.

Pathetic.

Just like all of these... What were they anyways?

Oh, right. They were dead.

With a mighty bang, click, bang, click Zero began firing, headshots and headshots being his target. All the time moving, his movements overly sure.

This was his element. Ambush? Please. You don't ambush Zer0, he ambushes you.

They did, however, get to attack back. They always did. A stray spear clipped his side, throwing off his aim for just a moment. That wouldn't do. Carefully planting a shot at the offender's head he continued his onslaught until there were no more enemies above.

And if anything was dumb enough to get closer... Well, there was a reason he was called the Assassin.