Krieg ripped his axe out of its bandity sheath with a snarl and grinned beneath his mask, baring his teeth in a vicious rictus that no one could see. The blood and fire had him excited beyond what anything else really could, but Krieg didn't really have the ability to actually vocalize his feelings. Instead he spun away from a gush of some chump's vital fluids as Maya's SMG fountained them into an artful arc through Pandoran air.<br/><br/>He whipped the axe through another bandit's skull and into the chest of another, yanking I free in a shower of gore. Krieg panted hard, suddenly out of enemies but still full of energy. His wounds finished knitting together by virtue of his shield's mods and he shivered with the sudden drop off of adrenaline.<br/><br/>Krieg absently kicked the downed Nomad like a sullen child would have kicked a rock, scuffing his huge boot on the scorched man, still smoldering in places. The sudden quiet in the camp bothered him but there was no one else around to make more noise so the big man let that go.<br/><br/>The pair had done what they could to get that gun Maya was after, though they hadn't gotten the last piece just yet. Another whack of his boot into the Nomad's corpse and then he rolled the man over entirely, noting a pouch on his belt. Krieg squatted and tore that free, peering into it with intense curiosity. A firing assembly!<br/><br/>Krieg stood and turned to Maya, holding the device out to the siren, bouncing on his feet almost happily. And why shouldn't he be? They'd gotten what tj u have a good night after, right?