Day in the life of Angel and Envy. (Told through short story)

I let my bullet fly from the barrel of my Thorn as it strikes a Vandal down behind the old broken car and peer over to my dear friend Angel. I keep watching as she moves about the land almost in a dance as she fires the many bullets from her gun The Last Word, firing and nearly spinning as she pulls back and seems to launch a beautiful end to them all with a final Nova Bomb. “Pffft, you think you could have hit them harder Angel?” asks the Hunter as he strides over a bit of swing in his step. Laughing he looks over to her and pats her on the back of the head playfully. “If you would hold your gun correctly and not miss so many shots I wouldn’t have to. Guns are only good if you can hit someone Envy.” She swats behind her head to move his hand out of the way. Looking to him as he gives a sheepish grin behind his mask she pushes him backwards a bit. “Don’t be so careless it could cost us dearly even with me there.” She gives him a slightly cold stare from behind her helmet and as the Hunter droops his head she gives a sigh. “Look it’s not my fault, I have been working a lot more on my handling with these hand cannons, but unlike you I was not born with one in my hand.” He blatantly points out to her as they walk towards the Moth Yards. “You know these missions are easy enough, but don’t you wanna get further out in the galaxy Angel?” he looks over to her expectantly. Though a beauty of danger and power she holds herself back way too much than she needs to, though for some reason only he saw this. “I have thought about it sometimes, but I like the safety of the Cosmodrone. It’s not as chaotic as the further reaches of Mars or even the Moon,” she taps at the gun in her hand with her finger. “I mean it’s not so horrible to want to see everyone safe isn’t it? I mean even though we were forged in light and we can be brought back through the powers of our Ghosts as is needed…” she trails off for a bit not wanting to think too much about it. “Angel, I have been going to the Vault of Glass recently,” he winces slightly at her loud exclaim of. “What?!” he gives her a nod and keeps walking. “We need to become stronger not only for ourselves, but to also protect those we care about,” he tries to explain to her how he feels. “We can’t stay in the safety of the Tower forever at least Angel come with me and show me your Dance of Death among the masses of darkness that need your arranged steps through their soon to be ended lives,” he holds out a hand towards her hoping she will join him. Looking to the outstretched hand of his she gives a sigh and grabs it. “It’s not like you could survive without me anyway,” she says in a mocking tone. “No I guess not,” he whispers lightly as they reach the Moth Yards. Holding an arm out, “Hold a minute for me Angel let me show you my dance as well,” he grabs for the knife and energy formed of arc flows through his being and he begins to dash and swing around every object and enemy. Spinning and dancing through and around all as he cuts them down any and all in his way as they fall before the blade. Before the last ones fall he spins hard into the air releasing a blast of arc energy that disintegrates all that was within range. Falling to one knee he stands and puts the knife back and grabbing his Thorn he looks to her as a bullet goes flying past his face and head shots the last of the Dregs around. “Missed one,” she says sarcastically. “Shut up,” he says jokingly as he smiles and walks back along to her. “Well don’t be telling Demon that I did he will kick the every living crap out of me for doing so. I sometimes fear your Titan of a Husband.” “Good you should,” she says jokingly and pushes at his shoulder to move on. The day may be slowly withering away, but the ever present need of supplies is called for from the Tower. Better get back to work.