Borderlands RP

"Things are already messy." The synthesis heavy voice sounded familiar to Gauge and perhaps Zer0... perhaps too familier, the plated man continuing to press forward in spite of their threats. "That crate is coming with me." Which was stated as more of a simple matter of fact then a threat but no less dangerous, saying nothing to twists comments about his tech but twist would feel the gaze of the operative strongly on him the moment the sickly green lights of his corrosive weapon came online, almost daring him to use it.
Closer up, it was hard to see where the cybernetics ended and where his armor plating began. To an extent, the existence of any flesh on his person was impossible to confirm or deny.