[The feed on this end flips to frame Krieg's much less cute face - mask and all - his visible eye narrowed slightly as he studies the small sword with the eyeball in its hilt.
When the assassin speaks, a stirring thought echoes quietly in the recesses of his mind: So it is Zer0. I thought the haikus sounded familiar.]
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When the assassin speaks, a stirring thought echoes quietly in the recesses of his mind: So it is Zer0. I thought the haikus sounded familiar.]
Shining sharp supple steel slides smoothly, slices swiftly, silences screams and SLAUGHTERS SOULS!!
[It's a good sword; Krieg likes it, too.]