[center][h3]Zer0[/h3]
[b]Level 2[/b] - (12/20) EXP
[b]Location:[/b] Scrapyard
[b]Word Count: 316[/b][/center]
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The moment the robo-scout's spirit slipped inside him, an incredible energy filled him. It flowed through every circuit, pumped through every vein, and suffused every cell—not the pain of burning, or the shock of electrocution, but a pure influx of energizing vitality. To onlookers, it appeared as though his body softened, becoming malleable as liquid while maintaining its shape. A split second, his particles re-coalesced, but each with an essentially different aspect. The assassin didn't lose a part of himself, but had become something more than he had been.

And it made him feel power.

He looked down, more curious than surprised at the changes to his legs. They looked... Kinda shitty, honestly. But they feel better, in a way, like there was more to them.

His visor lit up, not red but blue, with an emote as he looked across the way towards where the Courier had ran off to.

>:]

In a second he took off, running at a dead sprint. Nimbly he stepped around his slower allies, darting past them with far superior speed that had only increased in the last few moments. As he came upon the hill he jumped, launching himself higher than he ever had on his own before, and found himself jumping a [I]second[/I] time in thin air! With deadly efficiency he drew his sniper, slamming in one of the rounds from the ammo case he'd gotten, and fired the shot into the pile left behind by the cloaked figure.

As his jump turned into downward momentum he drew his sword, disappearing from view. The only thing visible from his landing was the sudden flurry of strikes against the downed robots. He reappeared, his sword poking through the wreckage, with one foot on top of the pile and a hand on his hip.

[I][b]"Turn to ash and die.
My sword cleaves, executing
Even Badasses."[/b][/I]