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    Axton was alarmed, he was done with a simple mission. bring supplies to the Dust and kill any bandits that go in the way or was harassing any locals. He had shot off a couple but they all seem an easy enough. But he had suddenly seen blood in a spot and a deceased psycho. Curiosity got the best of the Commando and soon he found himself following the trial. Seeing a foot size no bigger than what a females has. So he was following a injured female who could be possible well-armed. He gripped onto his weapon tighter. A assault rifle constructed by Vladof, fire damage intertwining with the bullets to eat away at the flesh of his foes.

29. Your muse breaks my muse’s arm. [WHY. This is gonna be tough!]__________________________________‘Get some DNA samples’, he said. ‘It wil be easy’, he said.There was nothing easy about this shit, especially not when a bunch of bandtis were on your heel’s. Fucking bandits and their vehicles. But you do what you can for someone you like, right?

“Look at me when I scream at your soul! You loud sacks of filth and sour cream can hit me with your pain pinatas all day, but you’ll never take the jellied fantasies of my wasted youth! My stomach is clear and my mind is full of bacon!”

Krieg’s screaming made no sense but he was  a n g r y  and tried to dodge the bullets coming from the Bandit Technical while shooting at them at the same time; those fucking bandits where everywhere. (Copulating like rabbits, hu? Keep an eye on the little bird, your style of driving is pretty harsh and you know how easy it is to hurt someone so small compared to you. You might wanna keep an eye on the display as well, your Runner is taking its last few breaths as it seems, get out before it explodes.)

“EXPLOSIONS, HAHA.”Letting go of the steering wheel he grabbed two of the grenades he was always carrying around, oulling the pin and throwing at the bandits;; they were close, too close to make a turn and would –   “CRASH, FILL THE RED BAR!”

(GET OUT.)His eye widened with a mixture of anticipation and excitement for a second, before he heard the the panicked yelling of Felicity; Krieg was laughing manically, he couldn’t stop, he didn’t care if the crash would break him, but he didn’t want her to be harmed; he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if something happened to an innocent person, his inner voice would tear his mind appart.

“OUT OUT OUT!”, too late to be able to get out of the vehicle -the heat of the Bandit Tactical was too close already, it was tearing at his skin and sending chills up his spine - the Psycho pulled the small lady as close as he could and wrapped his arms around her to provide as much protection as he could.

“There’s only barbecue until I say there’s barbecue!”

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Slowly he opened his eyes after hearing a few muffled sounds beneath him; he could feel his whole body burning of pain, barely being able to move, so he rolled over, sight blurry, his back covered with several injuries and blood; 

“That.. was fun.”(No it wasn’t. You got almost killed, you can be thankful that you are still alive.)Krieg only now recognised what had caused those muffled sounds; 

“Little bird.”, he murmurmed with his usualy deep, scratchy voice, as he sat up, seing her laying on the dusty ground, her arm being bend in a weird shape;(Fatass. You broke her arm with your weight!)She was awake though, being in a lot of pain and he felt sorry, so sorry, all he wanted to do was saying how bad he felt about it but he couldn’t get out a single word; she had a deep cut underneath her ribs, but her arm was even more problematic, he didn’t even want to pick her up, afraid he would hurt her more.

(You can’t let her leave here either, so be  c a r e f u l. You can’t wait much longer, other bandits will come to check on their companions and the explosion was damn loud so it’s not hard to locate. Pick her up and GO, or it will get a lot worse!)