[color=9e0039]CORRINE DOOLAK[/color] - western road -- evening

Castner called over to her and Steve.  “Are you two fine? I heard someone getting hit.”

“It fucking hurts, I can barely move it and I can’t even feel my fingers..” James volunteered as he awkwardly wrapped his injured arm.  James placed the box back into his backpack and used his rifle as counterweight to stand up properly.

Corrine grit her teeth, unable to believe that James had replied despite the fact Castner hadn't waited long enough for him to reply.  "Just a little bruised," she replied, finally.

After Standing up for a minute or two James slowly and with slight pain tucked his damage arm into his jacket’s front pocket before speaking to the group “I can move... but it 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”, Castner replied starkly.

James turned to Corrine “do you know what that fish thing was? Oh and take this.” James asked as he offered her his level action rifle “I can’t use it anymore.”  

[i]How typical,[/i] Corrine thought to herself, a sarcastic smirk spreading over her face.  [i]Mainlander boasts about, telling us that our island ain't more dangerous than anywhere else, nearly gets ripped apart by a single angler, and NOW suddenly they respect the fact that shit's dangerous and they want my help.[/i]  "I do know what that was.  Everyone back in town knows what that was.  We all tried warnin' ya about them back in the Plank, this mornin' but you weren't interested, then."  She nodded at the rifle being offered to her.  Her head pulsed and pounded in pain.  "Ya sure ya don't wanna [i]point[/i] that thing at me, like before?"  Corrine pushed the rifle back at James.  "Keep it."

“I’ll take point again. I didn’t take too hard of a hit.”, Castner stated before turning 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.”

“I agree with the sneaking but outside of close quarters I’m probably gonna am next to useless in a sneak attack and I’d rather not risk getting clawed by Mr. Fish head again.” 

"Anglers tend to stay close to water, seems unlikely we'd encounter another one.  Gulpers, though, or shamblers...radstags..." She trailed off, then pulled Steve closer to herself.  "Somethin' weren't right about that angler.  They can be big, to be sure, but its size ain't what worries me.  I ain't never had one live through my spear rippin' into its neck -- its skin was thicker than usual."  She reached up and rubbed the back of her head.  "Somethin' weren't right," she muttered again.