The sound of heavy ceramic hitting flesh was followed by an enraged roar of pain, a second thud as the bathtub came to rest next to X, and three vibrato pings of laser fire.  The intended target appeared to be the reptoid as its exhalations of pain matched their rhythm of impacts.  X was sure he heard the popping of bone being superheated and bursting apart.  Another volley from across the street hit soon after.  The blood of the deathclaw sprayed down on X.
He pushed his shoulder against the bathtub, trying to estimate its mass and possible density.  The casing of the mine was familiar to him from records of the Chinese-American conflict – the model was old, and the primer had likely decayed.  Taking perhaps the biggest risk he had since his escape from the institute, X pushed himself up over the lip of the tub. He strained, stretching to keep his hand on the dead man switch until the last possible moment as he fell into the tub itself and snatched back his arm.  Drool and blood dripped from above him as the mine went off, the blast hitting the Deathclaw full in the face.