3…Firehawk, Another Marked

As we burst into the cave I saw that bandits were every where. I balled my hands into fists and slid a knife into one of them. The Vault Hunters shot at every target and almost never missed. One got too close to me, and ended up a chunky puddle on the floor. My arm began its protests, and soon my whole body joined in. I almost collapsed, but I got control fairly well. I swear, this planet does things to me. Whatever kind of thing was doing this to me definitely was powerful, to be controlling me when I had no ability to control myself. Maybe using myself as a test subject was finally catching up with me.

The hunters continued shooting while I grabbed whatever I could find and charged it, throwing it at the nearest target. It exploded in their faces, creating a shower of golden glitter and dark red droplets. They would be shocked for a few minutes, long enough for the Vault Hunters to kill them, if they weren't already dead. Anyone who got too close to me got a charged stick in the face or a knife in the back.

Suddenly, a smudge of orange light shot past me. I reared a bit, but kept balance. All the bandits were hit with the pressure too, and all of them toppled over, dead or almost so. The remaining ones got up and scurried away. I started to feel light headed and sick, but I pushed it away. The blur took shape when it stopped moving. She stood and nodded at the Vault Hunters. She turned to me and her wings disappeared. Her arm and hip faded back to blue. Another marked. Her red hair was pink tipped, and her eyes were orange. She was wearing a torn up outfit, which made me like her even more than her rebellious stance. "Glad you could make it to our little party." She sarcastically stated. "My name is really Lilith, and I tell you this because you're obviously a Siren."

I gave a funny look. I looked at her arm, then at the blue haired girl, then at my own marks. "A what?" I asked. I realized that was a dumb question, "You mean the tattoos? Oh. Is that what they're called?" I gestured to my arm, which was totally gold now. She laughed. "Wow, we've got alot of work to do with you. You really know nothing about us, do you? No, not the tattoos. Us, we are the Sirens." She pointed to me then to the other Siren. I nodded. She was holding her arm, but I didn't expect the next question. " I kinda hate to ask, but can you charge other people?"