"Fight. Me."

The psycho's two words silenced the whole room. Even claptrap, who was in agonizing pain, shut up. Surprisingly, he knew when it was time to shut up.

Maya was shocked. Not only at the fact that he could actually say something in such a normal manner, but at the fact that he wanted to fight Axton, one of her most trusted friends.

The buzz axe's rapid grunting the only sound that was heard echoing throughout the small, but cozy, frozen settlement.

"Are you sure?" Axton questioned carefully, eyeing down the man in front of him, trying to analyze his strengths and, most importantly, his weaknesses. "I mean, I'm not opposed to it or anything," the man then slowly reached for his hatchet's leather grip, that was just screaming to be used after such a long time,"I just want to make sure that you actually want to do this." Axton's voiced dropped at the end of his mini-threat.

"Hey, um, guys." the small teen inserted herself between the two men, hoping that they didn't kill themselves then and there before they even had a chance of getting out of this freezing cold,"You both know this is a horrible, horrible, just horrible, idea, right?" She looked at the two of them, hoping to get some sort of response, but they just stared at each other. Dark eyes meeting light eyes. The eyes of a soldier meeting the eyes of a murderer.

"Yup." Calmly replied the soldier, a ghost of a smirk forming on his face. "In fact, it's a terrible idea. But it'd be fun seeing a psycho, a creature I kill effortlessly, attempt at killing me." He was too cocky for his own good.

Gaige was a little irked at the man. Sure, he may be handsome as hell, but his ego was probably bigger than the universe itself.

Gaige gave a little sigh, looked at the ground, and made her final decision. "Fine. Kill yourselves for all I care."

The girl slowly strolled outside of the make-believe ring that the two men were in, she stopped walking when she had reached Maya, who was leaning on one of the more sturdy ice walls, her hands across her chest and with one foot resting on the wall, looking at the two men with annoyance riddled all over her pale face. She was so pretty Gaige just wanted to punch her. But she shushed her true feelings for the girl and took her place next to her, gazing upon the two kids stuck inside the body of men.

This should be entertaining, was her last thought before the psycho started to charge at the soldier, who was standing still; hatchet in his hand, he held a calm, almost stone-like, expression his face as he stared down the opponent in front of him. The force of his feet were kicking up buckets of snow and the force of his chaotic laughter coupled with the chainsaw-like sound coming from his axe send a shiver of fear down the two spectator's spines.

I hope he'll be ok... They both though, the look of annoyance turning into the look of fear and anxiety. Unbeknownst to the both of them, they were thinking of the same person.


"Hey, Zero!" Shouted the small man, anger clearly in his eyes, "When the hell are we going to meet those other vault hunters, we have been walking for hours!" The man clenched his fists, he was seriously done with this sh!t.

"Soon." Was all zero said before he became silent again, slowly trudging through bone piles of animals and, unsurprisingly, humans

"What the hell are even all these ho-"

"Shh!" Zero's robotic voice cut off the enraged dwarf, "There are footprints here." The assassin touched the obvious boot print made from, most likely, a male and some small foot prints following them. Zero looked up in the direction that the footprints pointed to and began to make the final leg of the journey. "We're almost there."


It has only been 3 minutes into the fight and the outcome was obvious: Kreig was panting, so much so it seemed like he had just ran a marathon. Axton, who hasn't used his hatchet yet, has been dodging every one of his attacks with ease, not even breaking a sweat. And the fact that Axton was a trained soldier was also working in his favor. Sweat dripped down his hidden face, making wet streaks as it cut through the dirty skin that Kreig has worked forever on.

"BLUDGEON ME WITH ALL THE MIGHT OF YOUR MIGHT POWER YOU TRUFF OF USELESS GRASS." Kreig shouted at the annoying opponent. The fact that he wasn't even trying was what pissed off Kreig the most.

"Really?" Axton questioned, he tilted his head as a small smile grew on his face. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I have people that I wanna impress." The man slightly jerked his head toward the two women, one of which quietly chuckled at the comment, "But I actually was meaning to just oil up my gears, you know?"

"I COULDN'T GIVE A RAT'S FACE, KILL ME, FIGHT ME, MAKE ME FEEL PAIN." The psycho starting to run towards the commando again, swinging his axe over his head and brought it down, with the force much like a gunshot, right where Axton's head would've been, but the soldier was too quick. He moved his feet in a practiced manner, darting quickly to the left, leaving a trail in engraved in the snow.

"Whoa! That would've killed me, man!" The soldier was shocked that he almost cost him a head. Then it hit him, one hit from that axe and he's done. All those years in that grueling army would be for naught. He wasn't going to let that happen.

"STOP MOVING AROUND, RABBIT!" The psycho screeched as he pulled his axe out of the snow, slowly starting another run at the man.

As Axton was watching the psycho, he realized his weakness: his axe! He's nothing without it, and he's pretty sure he doesn't have a gun. Axton's goal was set: Take the axe, and show him a lesson. A new objective showed up on his HUD.

Stop the Psycho.

BUM, BUM, BUM.

A rapid series of knocks interrupted Axton's train of thought, causing him to look over to the door, forgetting about the psychotic man still charging at him with his axe revving high up in the air, ready to taste some of the commando's entrails.

After seeing two people walk in, Axton quickly turned towards the lunatic again, quickly trying to move, but he knew he couldn't. All he could do was fall down to the ground, both of hands at his sides as he looked at his impending doom: the axe that has seen plenty of death as it was, and he was going to be the next victim it would take. His eyes have never been so wide.

He couldn't hear anything; the cries of Gaige, the two new comers shouting at the psycho, or claptraps annoying shouts.

He couldn't see anything; Gaige's terrified face as she starting to run towards them, the two intruders walking into the shelter, one running, the other taking long strides, or the siren, who's face was not her cool and collected one. This time it was a scared and anxious face as she switched between looking at Axton and down at her arm.

Then, all was black and the objective in the top right was changed to a taunting FAILED!, a red x marking it off.