[center][h3]Zer0[/h3]
[b]Level 2[/b] - (11/20) EXP
[b]Location:[/b] Scrapyard
[b]Word Count: 216[/b][/center]
[hr]
Zer0 observed the wreckage of the enemy as he stood atop a mound of debris and dead robots, his sword slung over his shoulder as if he was posing. Was he posing? Yeah, he definitely was.

How had swiveled back towards where they had came, however, as chaos erupted by the sniper and healer. That wasn't acceptable! No sir, not at all.

You know what they say. A Vault Hunters work was never done. He'd need to go help out secure the position and the loot, but first he had something he needed to do.

He grabbed two random spirits after sheathing his sword, crushing one (eradicator) as he had seen the Courier do earlier. In his other hand (scout), however, an odd thought occurred as he wondered what else could be done with these strange things. Surely they weren't just loot boxes? Maybe they could be more than that. 

He brought it up closer to his chest, trying to see if he couldn't insert it into his suit like an upgrade, when suddenly it just went [I]in[/I] him. Not the suit, but straight in as if it had just became a part of him.

[I][b]"This may have been a
Bad idea. What the fuck
Did that thing just do?"[/b][/I]