Zer0 didn’t have long to celebrate his effective strike. Maya’s hit to his torso made him fold into himself with another grunt, that turned into a sound of surprise as she lifted and threw him.
His landing was far less graceful than he’d hoped it would be. He had to land on his shoulder and roll, which was difficult with the breath knocked out of him. He came up with a soft hiss, turning to keep her in his sight. He was going to have one hell of a bruise on his ribs later.
"Not bad at all."
Another wave of guilt flooded through her as he hit the ground. As nice as it was to have someone who’d indulge her interest in traditional combat, she didn’t like causing him pain.
“Likewise. Thanks for that." She sighed, tired. Between her rooftop run and the fight she was feeling empty. “Do I owe you some regen?”
The pain was a guilty pleasure. It has become a way of coping with her frustration of being confined to the Abbey. She took comfort in the burn of her muscles and the bruises the day after, but she didn’t want to leave Zer0 with any unnecessary discomfort. One of the ways her powers had evolved since coming to Pandora had been the emergence of her regenerative healing ability. Trained all her life to fight and kill, it was still strange to take on the role of healer.
This time in our series of glorified doodles: hey can you guess who’s my favourite in Borderlands 2?
So here’s what we’ve learned from Telltale and Gearbox about Tales from the Borderlands:
- The story will be set after the events of Borderlands 2 and all of its DLCs
- The story will be told from the perspective of Fiona and Rhys (previously known as hot cyborg dude)
- There will be guns and action sequences, they will be in the Telltale style
- Characters from previous Borderlands titles will be featured in Tales from the Borderlands
- Fiona and Rhys will cross paths eventually
- Fiona is a grifter and she has a skill known as “fast talk” where she basically steamrolls whoever she’s trying to con into believing whatever she says no matter how ridiculous
- Rhys is a Hyperion employee, he is in no way related to Handsome Jack, he can hack loaders and probably other Hyperion tech
- Handsome Jack will be in this game…somehow
- The first episode will release later this year - no release date yet
I recorded the panel and got a few pictures, depending on quality I may or may not post that stuff, but I will certainly put together a more organized list of details later this evening.
He saw the flicker of guilt in her features and smiled a bit behind the mask. It was nice to know that an ally was adverse to causing him pain, even when that was essentially the point of their current activity. A reassurance he was always happy to receive, even if his mask prevented him from really visibly returning it.
She was good, admittedly better than he was. Training at the Abbey had forged her into a master and hand combat and every strike spoke of a confidence and fluidity that he was lacking. She batted away his strike with ease and, though he could not feel the hit in his artificial limbs, he grimaced. This wasn’t looking like a fight he was going to win, though it was still a good exercise.
Her kick connected with a thud of her shoe against hidden metal. He allowed it to push him forward into her, aiming an elbow at her face and a fist shortly after to her stomach. He was reluctant to put more power into his strikes as the prosthetics were capable of seriously injuring her, which was the very last thing he wanted to do.
His arm felt solid in her grip, unlike flesh and bone. She didn’t judge, whatever else Zer0 was, he was a friend. The Siren quickly arched out of the path of his elbow, but her flexibility couldn’t prevent the fist that caught her in the stomach. Maya huffed as air the wind was forced out of her. Never a comfortable experience, but par for the course when fighting this close.
Not backing off, the Siren pulled in a ragged breath, put her arms up to protect her head and came in low, striking at his center to tip his balance. It was the window she needed to catch him at the elbow and under his arm, fit her back up against the Assassin and effectively toss him over her shoulder.
She surprised him by blowing his kick rather than dodge as he had expected. It would have been easy enough to duck under his swinging leg, though he’d been ready to continue through with a kick from the other leg. As it was he hadn’t done much of anything beside perhaps jar her a little.
The knee was another slightly unexpected. He dropped an arm down to block but she still managed to push him back a bit and cause a grunt at the impact. There wasn’t much to cushion his ribs really, he was the skinniest Vault Hunter besides perhaps Gaige. His free hand lashed out in a palm strike to her shoulder in order to push her back some and regain some space.
There was a pang of guilt that accompanied the sound she elicited from hitting him in the ribs. The opportunity to use her hands for a change and to fight up close was freeing adrenaline inside her, but this was unlike sparring with the masters back in the Abbey.
Zer0 spoke too often of honor and worthy opponents for her to start pulling her punches. She pushed her guilt aside, catching him at the wrist and elbow as he moved swiftly to strike her and reclaim space. To give him any less than her best now would be the same as disrespect.
She moved to kick him, this time behind the knee. He was taller than her, had a longer reach. Maya would rather risk taking a hit than trying to fight for the ground to get this close to him again.
a handsome jack for my pal mal ovo
Chibi Lilith from #Borderlands! I’ll post the step-by-step drawing process on my tumblr. #art #doodle
i need to get better backgrounds
For all his sneaking and backstabbing, Zer0 wasn’t one to outright lie unless he really, really had to. He’d rather simply not answer a question than be forced into a lie that could be traced and caught. People tangled themselves up in their own lies, hung themselves with nooses of their own creation, and he’d decided long ago that he wouldn’t do so. Honesty was better, even if it was silent.
Quite suddenly, Zer0 realized that neither of them had ever seen the other fight hand-to-hand like this. She’d been known to deck the occasional psycho that made it too close to her, and he was always slicing through enemies with his katana, but this was an entirely different style. It was thrilling to test his abilities against a relatively unknown opponent.
His stance is looser than hers, not actually having much formal hand-to-hand training, but he usually relies on his agility and the unexpected amount of power he can put behind his strikes in order to win. Her feint was ducked and he moves his arm to block her right hook, though her arm slides away before he can get a grip on it. His arms are hard enough to act as a shield for the parts of his body that would actually hurt if she hits so he keeps them up in a guard as he swings an experimental roundhouse kick at her head.
She hadn’t underestimated his reaction time, the block felt reflexive, though he’d moved just a little too slow to get a grip on her. Maya grinned mischievously, but it was unlikely he’d had time to catch her expression as he threw a fierce roundhouse at her head. It was good to know he wasn’t planning on sticking to defense, but a knock-out blow to the head would be a hell of a way to knock her off her feet.
The Siren put up her arm, but aimed herself to take most of the impact on her shoulder. He had more power than one might’ve guessed just from looking at him, but she’d seen him run atop a moving train and shear through armored men with a sword.
As he touched back down Maya stepped out and attempted to drive a knee to the Assassin’s ribs. He was easily the most agile member of the team. If she was going to knock him down the Siren would need a take every opportunity to keep him off balance.
His stride fell abruptly by her words. Discolored hues narrowed all attention on her as he eased his skinny frame into the confounds of her shield, Jack watched her with unease resting in the pit of his stomach.
”You wanna repeat that?”
Though Jack knew of the little slip-ups Angel had, this was… unlike her, to say the least. As he sat the small box the side, Jack crossed his arms. Not once had he dared to look away from the siren. It was as if the parental side of him had kicked into overdrive as he analyzed over the young girl before him. Even with the face of his little girl, this was not Angel.
Nowhere near her.
With a sigh, he turned from her, sauntering to a computer and muttering obscenities under his breath. Hunched forward, he gripped the sides of the computer’s stand. What exactly happened here?
“Okay… Okay… Okay."
A quicker jaunt and he found himself loosening her tethers to lower the girl to eye level. Although, he was mentally distressing himself over what coding error or hypnosis could have been dealt here, Jack seemed to be more angry than stressed.
”Who are you? I don’t want any
side sass— just answer me. Who.
The Vault Hunter’s words didn’t register properly in her ears. She was stuck with the Angel’s saccharine voice, and her psychotic captor.
Although everything about this experience had her feeling violated, it was the questions she didn’t have answers to that burned like an open wound. If she was trapped here, was someone out there wearing her skin, using it to get access to Sanctuary and hurt the people she cared about-?
The change in Jack was visible as it began to dawn on him something was very wrong here. Before this the Vault Hunter would’ve sworn this had to be one of his sick schemes, but now she didn’t have an explanation for any of it. Hyperion’s leader seemed genuinely distressed, hunched over the console like he was trying to get his bearings.
"What’s the matter, you don’t recognize the girl you’ve got locked up in your basement?" She hissed.
Maya was too heated not to share her frustration, even if in this tiny frame she wasn’t in any shape to give Jack much of a fight. The machine she was powering gradually decelerated as he set her down to get a better look at what he was dealing with. The Vault Hunter didn’t hesitate to take a swing at him, all white-knuckled rage and perfect form, but unlikely to make up for the fact that this waifish Siren didn’t have the physical power to put behind it.
What she wouldn’t give for a phaselock…
how you can play borderlands 2 without a playthrough using Zer0, the most badass vault hunter and he is a NINJA!!
"Back in’a day?" Tugging his goggles back over his forehead, he studied Maya for the first time in the sunlight, gazing up at her with hazel brown eyes that seemed out of place against his dark skin. Her hair was even brighter, more vibrant and shocking without the light filtering haze of mirrored glass.
"Man…" he drawled after a long moment, "Nikki sucked at bein’ a bandit. Least at first. Guess he bailed Rys out’a some shit with the Lance, and she promised ‘im a place in our army. T’ say thanks, ya’know?”
Pausing, he shooed away the skagfly that buzzed around and lit on his gauntlet.
"So ‘es all yessir this and yessir that. We fuckin’ hated each other at first, like he’s a nomad, and I’s a midget. But after awhile… we’s cool. He stoped bein’ so much of a asshole. I taught ‘im how t’ be a bandit.”
Reaver nodded, oddly somber at remembering. “Guess he taught me a lot too, ‘bout snipin’. Jus’ a lot about life.”
She was trying to piece together a mental image of Nikolai as a straight-laced soldier-type. More like Roland maybe. When she had first met he’d insisted upon identifying as a bandit, and it doing so forced the Siren to humanize the dozens of faceless men she always seemed to find herself shooting at. Coming to the defense of a bandit girl against Atlas soldiers abandoned on a hostile planet sounded like him anyway. Maya could guess how that scenario might have played out.
In spite of Reaver’s communication skills being somewhat sub par, she was garnering that he held some kind of reverence for the Nomad. Now it seemed likely that the boy didn’t mean him harm.
"Nika seems to have that effect on people." Maya mused, though mostly to herself. "It’ too bad he didn’t manage to teach you some manners."