[center][h3]Zer0[/h3]
[b]Level 1[/b] - (7/10) EXP
[b]Location:[/b] 1-1, Lower Canyon
[b]Word Count: 269[/b][/center]
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Zer0 looked around as a question mark popped from his visor as the mad laughing returned. Almost comically his head followed the mine as it was thrown before it suddenly disappeared and the one question mark became three. He almost missed all the enemy running away and Death sprinting on after them as the mines started falling. Who the hell did these people think they were? BewmBoom? Fucking explosive obsessed little psychos.

He took off after the merc, visible, since he seemed to have some way of detecting the hidden explosives. No point in risking his own skin, as they say, if he didn't have to!

But then the merc, for some fucking reason, decided to blow their surprise advantage when they finally caught up to the remnants of the horde. Might be as dumb as Brick was big if this was the norm for this guy.

The situation wasn't ideal by any means, especially thanks to the lost advantage, and that meant one thing for Zer0: stealth. Disappearing from view he tried to help the foolish merc by killing the enemies he stunned, breaking his stealth in the process and taking his own share of impacts, but it was quickly apparent that this was the wrong focus. Why focus on the grunts when you could take down a Badass? He'd gotten caught up in the blood when the challenge was right there.

He disengaged quickly, moving forward with his superior agility, slicing through the crowd on the way. He kept half his attention out for whatever was throwing those mines, whatever Badass that he needed to take down.