[color=ed1c24][u][b]James Gregor Castner[/b][/u][/color]

As soon as he fired his .44 bullets into the creature, it felt like they had been shot back at him. The impact of its projectile threw him on the ground. And for a moment, he was dazed and blinded.  He heard sickening smacks, his ticking geiger counter, a clattering spear, shotgun blasts, and the loud powerful bangs of a beast killing rifle. Unfortunately, the last sound he heard before wiping his face was the Angler bounding away. 

[i]Radioactive shit...
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He tried to scrape the swampy muck off of him, but it was stuck. His geiger counter kept going off, but it lessened as he scraped more and more off. He thought about removing his armored vest, but decided it was better to catch a few rads than catch a few bullet holes. As he got up, he felt a spike of pain in his chest. Feeling carefully, his ribs had not been broken, but most likely bruised. 

“Hey can someone help me up?”, the Enclaver called from the ground. Remembering how badly James had been clawed in the fight, he went over and helped the bloodied man up. The wound was one of the deeper ones he’d seen. As he helped him, he reflexively murmered to the Enclaver like he was an injured Paladin: “You’ll be alright. Only a flesh wound.”, and immediately stopped, remembering he was helping an old, basically unrepentant, enemy turned friend.

Sitting down on a rock, the Enclaver preceded to get out some aged Enclave bandages.

“Probably gonna need surgery on this...” James grunted his arm stinging as he continued wrapping the bandage “How far is it to the crash site?”

He had been listening to the device just before the fight began. Felt like an anchor in an otherwise hellish world. “Not far. Only a few hundred yards.”, he said while looking off towards Steve and Corrine. They seemed to make it out alright, but he’d make sure in a sec. He refocused on James’s wound. “You fit to continue? How does the arm feel?”

He turned towards Steve and Corrine before the Enclaver could respond. “Are you two fine? I heard someone getting hit.”

“Will be alot easier, even crippled to get back to town with the power armour especially if we run into any more fish whatever the fuck face monster thing that was… Are they usually that big?"

“No knowledge on them, see what Corrine thinks”, he replied starkly.

Once he made sure everyone was fine, he silently re-equipped his laser rifle and started to take a few steps down the road. The fight had put him into war zone mentality, he realized. He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a moment. “I’ll take point again. I didn’t take too hard of a hit.”, he turned around. “The vertibird is close. We should try to sneak the rest of the way to avoid anymore encounters. Plus there’s probably some creatures near the wreck attracted by the explosion and fire. We could get the drop on them.”, some life returned to his voice as the plan was formulated.