Blight Phoenix
Then something happened that she could not explain. Maya felt heat at her back as the floor beneath her grew brighter and her shadow darker. She lowered her tattooed arm as the power of her phase left her and the badass' body fell limp.
"Maya."
Zer0 lay kneeling on the ground one hand propping him up, the other arm wrapped around his wounded midsection. She did not need to see the face staring at her beneath the helmet to know that something was awry. Maya craned her neck to witness the spectacle when she was nearly blinded in the process. Extending off of her in either direction were wings. Six foot long wings of spontaneous combustion. They flickered as the cinders caught the draft and rolled smoldering across the steel floor. The whole room could see her now. Every bandit, every raider, every badass, and more importantly every vault hunter. She was demon fire, a wicked compilation of motion, harmony, and cataclysm.
Maya's hands shook at this new revelation. So many questions pooled in her mind, so many images of Lilith and Angel and now –
"Let's get you up," she said, reaching for Zer0 and extending a healing hypo to him. There was a quick injection and the assassin's wound became no more than a deep cut.
A psycho screamed, a bandit swore, and an explosion ripped through two bodies behind them casting blood across the floor. But all Maya saw was Zer0. She expected questions, punctuation marks, a sign of bewilderment. Hell, her own disorientation tormented her already. But, at that moment -
"Thank you for saving / A not so innocent life." And then he was leaping over the balcony rail, neon katana drawn to quarter more bandits.
Maya released a breath and returned to the fray.