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          “I’ve heard that you’re a doctor,” from behind his helmet, Urick raises an eyebrow, “is that true? Because I’ve been in need of one.” From the Eridium Blight to Frostburn Canyon and everywhere in-between, Urick had searched high and low, and right now he hoped he had found the person he needed. “ The only other people you could call ‘doctor’s’  I’ve found was Zed and Tannis in Sanctuary, and sadly, they weren’t really what I was looking for.” Urick takes a few steps in the stranger’s direction, a warm, and lively tone to his voice, “Zed told me to look for you though! ‘search for the cloaked doctor with the bird mask, she might be creative enough to help you’ were his exact words actually.” Continuing, Urick lets out a smooth chuckle, “I hope you’re still taking patients, because ‘creative’ is probably what I need.”

Assassin lets out a chuckle, a nod of the head and applause given in response to the masked stranger’s powerful declaration, “I completely agree with you. Never have truer words been spoken!” Had anything of depth or substance truly been spoken? No Who knows, but Assassin was amused and interested nonetheless. Assassin felt this stranger was going to be a real treat to be around, regardless of whether they ended up friend or foe.

          “Truthfully, they wouldn’t have fared any better during the day,” Tanba’s blades drew blood just as efficiently in the morn as they did after dusk, “they would all still be very, very dead, but attacking me? The Assassin class servant? At night? It’s almost comedic.” Kneeling down to another corpse, Tanba lifts them up by the back of their neck, and with his other hand, he trails a finger against the oozing gash on their throat, leaning in closely with a warm smile, admiring his own work, “This provided me with a bit of fun, though, so you’re welcome, miss! I’m happy to have helped! I only wish there would have been more to clear.”

“Grrrr” Krieg stares off into the distance, twitching with anger, and perhaps, nostalgia, for someone he used to travel with, “WHERE IS HE? THE MOVING SILENCE THAT MAKES THE BRAINS GO SPLATY SPLAT SPLAT FROM FAR AWAY!? WE USED TO MAKE THE SWEET MEATS CRY SO GOOD TOGETHER!….” Krieg, stomping one foot on the ground, causing the stone beneath them to tremble, turns to Felicity, seeming slightly more subdued, slightly, “Grrr, lets go kill something, bird lady! I WANT TO FEEL THE CRIMSON IN MY PORES! I WANT TO TASTE IT IN MY EYES!! MAKE THE PUZZLING PAIN RUN AWAY FROM MY SKULL!”

“THRESHERS!?” Krieg, yelling and throwing both of his arms up into the air, his buzz axe flailing about haphazardly, continues, “THE SLIPPERY SLIMY DIGGING MEAT WILL BE GROUND UP INTO PRETTY CHUNKS FOR THE TAKING! I’M GONNA DANCE IN THEIR BLOOOOOOD!” There was a long list of things that Krieg hated with a passion (Hyperion, bandits, Varkids, Stalkers, that sarcastic clapping bastard from the Slabs, and on and on…) and luckily for Felicity, Threshers were high up on that list– not that Krieg wouldn’t have killed those troublesome worms for Felicity anyway, but he was going to kill be killing things even harder than usual now. Threshers deserved no less.