Today was supposed to be a peaceful day. Or as peaceful as a day could get in the Commonwealth.

Newton had been hired to take 'care' of a stingy chem dealer close to Concord. The confrontation itself hadn't been pleasant, as his employers failed to mention the chem dealer wasn't alone. Two lackeys had been with the dealer, and once he made it very clear that he wasn't here to buy their product they became quite hostile. Not even his so-called 'brilliant' charm could talk them down from making the fight a living nightmare.

The fight had lasted only five minutes or so, but it was a dreaded five minutes with nothing more than the repeated: [i]fuck, fuck, fuck, oh shit, fuck, fuck...[/i] occupying his thoughts. Though, three dead dealers, and a busted shoulder later, he was still alive, and all was good. 

[i]Two hundred caps was hardly worth the risk. Hell, I wasted two stimpacks trying to heal this goddamn arm, two! I'm going to have to talk to my employer about some extra compensation.[/i] Though that could be dealt with later, right now he just had to worry about the trek back to Goodneighbor. [i]Well, it's not like this day could possibly get any worse right?[/i]

As if the universe had an ironic sense of humor, he heard a massive explosion sound in the direction of Concord. The exact same direction he was planning to take back to Goodneighbor. "Oh c'mon now!" He let out a huff through gritted teeth. "Goddammit it all." There were other ways he could take back to Goodneighbor, though he knew that those ways were usually crawling with mutated critters or Raiders who just didn't know when to quit.

[i]If I'm lucky whoever caused that explosion got caught up in it.[/i] Though he doubted his luck was all that good, and that there would be something - someone, causing a havoc in Concord. 

Newton's movements slowed as he began to near the ruined town itself. He kept himself alert and focused, ready for just about anything to happen. His fingers tightly clutched the bindings of the Deathclaw gauntlet that he had tied to his right hand. In the distance he could hear three shots being fired. [i]Of course they weren't killed in the blast, figures.[/i]

Once at the outskirts of town, he crouched down, peering over the side of a building, before - BOOM! The sound of a mine being set off was enough to startle the man out of his wits. He didn't even notice the lumbering Deathclaw at first, the ringing sound from the mine being set off filling his ears. When he did glance out again he saw the wounded beast, it clearly looked like it had taken a beating from those who had its attention. 

[i]I could run, maybe manage to get away. I don't need to get involved with this.[/i] Newton only had one stimpack left to his name, and no fire-arm. His only weapon was the gauntlet forged from the very thing these people were fighting. [i]Though it would be pretty neat if I could say I helped bring down one of those things. Heh, I might even get a free drink at the Third Rail.[/i]

It was almost sad to say that all it took for him to gain motivation was a (possible) free drink, and bragging rights.

Brandishing his gauntlet the man moved out from the cover of the building he hid behind in clear view of what the scene truly was. Moving forward, he ran towards the scene, in perhaps what wasn't tactically the best move. He was exposed, if there was someone hostile with a gun then they could take him out in a clear shot. 

The fight itself seemed to be happening the tight quarters of what was now ruined home. Filled with determination to get at least one good strike in, the man lunged at the back of the Deathclaw, slicing the claws against the leather-y flesh. It wasn't long before his thunder was cut short when the whip-like tail of the beast smacked into his gut, sending him back on his arse. The charred and grotesque face of the brute turning around to snarl at him.

[i]Damn, the thing's almost dead and it can still make a hit like that. Shit![/i] He was a goner unless someone managed to take the beast down. It had to be on the last leg on its life, right?

[i]Oh man, I'm so fucking dead.[/i]