v1 had been crouched down, lightly poking at one of the husks, curiously, maybe it was a morbid, but. what else is new, with him? dead things interested him, even outside of the fuel they gave. he wonders what it's like... ⚙️
but suddenly, he's snapped from that train of thought, by the appearance of someone else. all at once, he's on his feet, and reaching for his gun, but he takes pause when he realizes the other machine isn't immediately attacking. it's an offer, he had choice in the matter. not something he was used to, admittedly. ⚙️
v1's machinery hums in thought, he'd be smiling, if he could. there's a sudden, quick set of excited nods, accepting the challenge. gun finally pulled out, he gives a quick bow, a learned sign, out of respect, before lunging forward, and!-- ⚙️
" 5-14 7-1-18-4-5! (en garde!) " ⚙️
There's a certain thrill to meeting someone new - not an enemy, but not an ally either. It's only fair for them, as a former Vault Hunter, to engage in what they know best - combat.
So when the other nods, drawing their weapon - Zer0 is eager to step into place, returning the nod with an illuminating [ <3 ] projected over their helmet... Only to promptly disappear from sight.
The only indicator of their darting movement - circling behind V1 - is the throws of their kunai. One, two, three - up to five, each creating a small explosion of a random element. Fire, corrosive, shock..