“Avoid the bullets! AVOID them!”
“DON’T TELL ME HOW TO DIE! I’LL SWAT THE BULLETS OUTTA THE SKY WITH MY FACE!”
It was downright terrifying how such a freak of nature could exist. Soaking up bullets left and right as though it were as vital as breathing. It had been a while since Angel had been freed and roaming with the Vault Hunters, but even so it still seemed she preferred being a guide to them. Krieg wasn’t going to complain, of course.
The bullets, the blood, the bandits... none of it would have been the same without Angel’s voice in his head.
It wasn’t long before the entire camp was dead, and most of Krieg’s wounds started to heal up... besides a bullet hole in the palm of his hand. He didn’t want her to see. Didn’t wanna hear “I told you so”.