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Chapter 11: Rook

"The big guy makes twenty six for me," Mordecai stated, keeping his score. Zero fired his Jakobs.

"Twenty seven," stated the assassin next. Ace fired

"Thirty four," Stated the Australian man.

"How!?" Mordecai retorted irritably.

"Vladof," He replied, moving the gun over to the more seasoned sniper "Give it a burl, mate," Mordecai takes the rifle and in the next ten seconds….

"Twenty six," He counted aloud looking unwilling to part with the new gun.

"Heh-heh when you think about it a sniper is sort of like the rook in that old chess game. No matter how far away our enemy is so long as they're in front of us we can kill them," Ace said in his thick accent.

"Well said my comrade/ I could not have said it better myself," Zero spoke in his usual format.

"Why do you talk like that, mate?" He asked what everyone had clearly wanted to but never had. He had waited for this question that seemed inevitable at the time, but never came until now.

"Because it is hard/ I find pleasure in challenge,"

"I'll say. I stand a Buckley's chance in speaking like you, mate,"

"Twenty nine, thirty," Was the masked man's response.

"Twenty seven" Mordecai followed soon after. With a smirk Ace made his own sound off.

"Thirty five,"

Saphyre had gotten Stella out of harm's way and into a secluded corner of town that no one else would be heading any time soon. Both of the female fighters had their pistols at the ready just in case. Saphyre sat across from her new companion afraid to speak, for she knew that if she did she would only succeed in frightening the young girl. Finally Stella broke the silence.

"Um. Can you explain what's going on here?" asked the pint-sized gunslinger, not knowing anybody.

'Here we go again. Okay repeat after me-'

"Let me try my hand, banshee," she cut off her sane half.

"What?" Stella asked obviously confused. Saphyre continued.

"I and the riders of flames are here to expel the yellow poison." She answered insanely, but calmly. Sensing that this was the best answer she would get. She nodded.

"Okay. I think I know what you mean."

'Good enough,' the sound of static emanated from the maniac's echo before it cleared into Lilith's voice.

"Alright, I think that's all of them. People have stopped running for their lives" The transmission ended from her end.

"Hey guys, get to the data center at the back of town. I think I've got something. I'm marking it on your echo's," Came Fionna in a confident voice. Saphyre looked over to Stella.

"No more, no more pain, safe,"

"You gotta go huh?" Saphyre nodded, her gestures being more easily interpreted than her words. "Take care of yourself, and Thank you,"

"Thank the bicycle goddess little one," She said before taking off towards the data center. She was half way through her course following the little green diamond on her echo set, when she came across a woman being pinned to a metal wall by a much larger man. The man's eyes spoke of lust and ruthlessness and the tent in his pants spoke of his intensions. His hands squeezed tightly around her throat, Saphyre stopped, rather her sane side had stopped having thought she saw someone in need of help. This notion had quickly been dismissed when she saw the unamused expression on her face. She wasn't scared or struggling, matter of fact she looked pissed. The man put a hand over her mouth to muffle what he thought would be her eventual screams, but was shocked when the force of her jaws simply spread his finger one of which was promptly bitten clean off. He fell on his ass holding his offended hand; looking up to the woman he saw the unending hell in her amber eyes. Scared shitless he rose from his place on the ground and ran like no tomorrow.

"That's right, run. Make the hunt more fun," She said in a tone laced with excitement. Her muscles bulged, her skin color darkened, fur sprouted from the follicles all over her body, and she grew into the shape of a cross between a skag and person as well as in size in the sense that she got bigger, though not enough to rip her loose blue windbreakers and confederate flag t-shirt. Unfortunately for the rapist he didn't have Saphyre's speed and was almost immediately pounced upon. He cried in blood curdling screams as his entrails were ripped out by jagged and sharp teeth. He blood stained the ground and her long black hair (imagine a female version of Gajeel's hair style from fairy tail). The screams stopped and the now apparent were-skag stood over her kill. Her metamorphoses undid itself as the blood was made more apparent on her face. She quickly spit all of the fluid out of her mouth, who knew how many STD's this guy probably had. Her attention was taken away from her probable infection by a loud clapping sound coming from her left. She looked over to Saphyre who was clapping for the amazing display of blood and glared. Changing only her hands into sharp claws she ran at the maniac and swiped at her. Saphyre clumsily dodged the strikes that missed her by a hair. Finally as Saphyre was cornered and had nowhere else to run she shouted.

"I don't want to hurt you!" The were-skag's claw froze in place just inches away from the maniac's eye" Please come with me. My friends will want to see you," She spoke calmly. 'I'm not telling you to do this. How are you-'

"Who are your friends?" She asked skeptically, interrupting the soundless voice. 'A psycho dressed as a normal person was still a psycho, but if she could speak coherently was she a psycho.'

'Okay don't mess this up say it with me va-'

"Vault hunters" Saphyre answered not paying her inner voice any mind. 'WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!' She seemed to ponder this for a moment.

"Vault hunters huh? Alright, get the thrill of the hunt and the satisfaction of killing S&S two birds in one stone. Okay bring me to them. The names Tex by the way" She said while grapping Saphyre's hand and shaking it firmly.

"Saphyre" She said while getting ready to hit the road once more. Tex spotted this and put up a finger.

"Hold on one moment," She put two fingers in her mouth and whistled. Not a minute later did a full grown grey hound come running to the prominent woman. "That's a good boy, Brice," She cooed giving him a scratch behind the ears that the animal seemed to enjoy to know end. "Okay now we can go," The two women took off together, Saphyre had to run at only thirty miles an hour to stay pace with the dog and woman, but still thirty miles an hour was an impressive running speed. Saphyre had considered herself lucky; she was making a lot of friends today.

(A/N: So sorry if this sucked, I'm so tired and my editor is out so this may be far from perfect. Tina's badass corner will be returning tomorrow so see you guys then.)