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.

"Sorry mate, but this Eridium isn't making it to Jack. So why don't you go walkabout before I give it a burl." Twist said as he observed Wilhel-M with keen eyes, looking for some kind of weak point. Deciding on a clump of wires near his abdomen,, he aimed his rifle and let off a few rounds.

There was a blur of semi transparent blue around the cyborg's form, his shield sparking to life and soaking the initial shotgun blast. Nearly cracking with the added impact of Twist's rifle shot.
However, at the range their assailant was standing, perhaps a shotgun was not the best selection of weapon, even if Moxxi's crafted and literal firearm accurized with each passing shot, the stray ballistics hitting the sand around the target to create a blistering storm of sand a midst the gunfire, briefly obscuring the target before the spread began to tighten with a second, third, and forth shot.

However, there was no sound of lead against shields or steel with any following lead slung in it's direction. Within the cloud of sand there was a muted *Thwoomp* to accompany the bluish spot of light that sprung to life and died within nearly the same instant, a similar flash of blue glinting in the sides of their vision with the appearance of their foe next to their vehicles.
"Gotcha, bandits."
Bearing his weapon at them from the undefended right flank, having simply sprung into existance behind their now useless cover, the twin barrels of his olive and yellow pistol rotated into action as he opened fire.