Two loud beeps before X had managed to get his thumb on the switch had been enough to distract the Deathclaw from the original target of its ire.  Now it seemed to be coming this way.  Lumber groaned inside the building beside him as the reptoid flung debris out of its way.  Sporadic angry hoots and growls accompanied the sound of crashing china. X tried desperately to think of a way to extricate himself.

More crashing from the building, and the mass of the second floor started to creak above him.  The Deathclaw stepped up onto the pile of wood 3 feet from X, and roared upon seeing him.  It shifted its weight and the support the wood was lending to the 2nd floor was lost… bringing the structure crashing down, the bathtub catching the Deathclaw where its shoulder met its neck with a sick crunch.