2…Join the Vault Hunters

As I came up over a cliff I realized that to get to the meeting spot with this 'Firehawk' lady, I'd have to push through bandits. I stared over the edge and rested my hands on my hips. The wind blew, and I was compelled to just sit down and read my book, when I heard footsteps behind me. I put the gun in my left hand and I blew it up in a flash of gold energy. I flung my body in a semi-circle and pined the crosshair on the closest one. My arm ached, as it always did, but I kept steady.

There were six of them. One was short with blue hair and a bandage over the bridge of his nose. His orange shirt was ripped, and ammo was strapped around him like lights on a christmas tree. He held two guns pointed at my chest. He was the one I pointed at.

Another was tall, and I couldn't see his face. His black and gray suit covered his whole body, and his helmet let off red symbols. He had an exclamation point was on his face. A blue sword glowed in his hand.

The next had a gun almost pointed right in the center of my forehead, and the plates on his shined in the sun. His brown- blonde hair shined a bit.

The teenage girl with red hair and a robotic arm looked at me, with a robot behind her ready to give orders to it. Her red shirt with a skull made me laugh inside my head, but I kept a straight face.

An average height, very muscular psycho stood behind everyone an ax in hand. His orange and white mask gleamed under the sun, and on his back… was another tattooed girl.

Her blue hair shined and her mark was purple- blue. Her eyes were fixed on me. Her bottom lip tucked under the other and I saw move a bit on the psycho's back. A bubble rested in her hand, with energy licking off it.

I dropped my gun knowing I couldn't take them on, and turned so I faced the cliff. I kept my eyes on the group, but I got on my knees and deactivated my markings best I could. The tattooed woman jumped off the psycho's back and walked over to me. She knelt beside me and grabbed my left arm. She inspected it, and finally got the others to lower their guns.

She took my hand and helped me stand, not that I needed it. "Are you alright? You're as pale as an albino bullymong." I looked at her and she smiled. She wasn't lying. I smiled weakly back, nodded, and then inspected the group more. I stood. My arm hung to my side, and I shifted my weight to my right leg. The other tattooed girl watched me. The gold color still pulsed through my arm. She ushered me towards the group, but I didn't walk. She turned back and took my hand. She pulled me to the back of the group and pointed to the psycho's back. I shook my head.

She spoke like she understood my concerns, but she had no idea. "It's okay, we won't hurt you. We're Vault Hunters. Lemme guess. You're going to see Lil- er- the Firehawk?" I shook my head, "Yes, but I'm not worried you'll hurt me. It's that I don't think I should just go off with people, with guns , I don't know. Especially now, when I'm unstable as I am. Wait… Vault Hunters? The Firehawk wanted you!" She nodded and opened her mouth to speak, when a deafening crack went through the air. Fire and smoke burst from a cave not to far from us. The group around me began running towards the explosion, and for no reason I could think of, I followed.