Rook had heard Ace walking his way. A fast glance told him who it was. Was he here to finally offer to do some real labor to help out the town, or was he going to see why Rook wasn't working at the point. It didn't take long for the man to finally reach Rook, who looked up at him, listening to his words.

“Hey there Rook…I see you’re drawing on the ground…Hey listen, I need your help for a bit. We placed a generator on the roof of that apartment building, and it’s slightly off and need someone strong, like you to move it. What do you say?”

So that is what they dropped off. Made sense. "Rook will help with this. He had no problem moving gen-"

His words were cut off as the gunshots reached his ears as well. Ace had keen enough senses to hear it too. Rook saw his hand drop down to his weapon, and Rook reached over, picking up his own weapon. The cries and bellows sounded like a Super Mutant as well... But it was odd. It was not like what he had honestly expected.

"Smart Mutant... No dumb-dumbs trailing him... Wait... There they are." Rook seemed to suddenly shape up. His eyes narrowed, and there was the briefest moment on his face of anger. "Not another one. Not today."

He would look to Ace. "Get everyone into town, defensive spots. Rook will go and deal with this. Trail if you want, but protect town first. Rook will be fine."

He didn't wait for an answer, he didn't wait for Ace to even really process it. His mutant body did possess a lot of additional strength and power that made his movements seem well... Super human. With a hard press off, Rook took off like a bullet. In some ways he might as well of been. Armored rather lightly, he wasn't as encumbered or hampered as he might have been otherwise. On top of that, the FEV had taken away nearly all the normal human level restrictions, part of what made Super Mutants terrifying was there speed.

Something of Rook's size should not be able to move at nearly 30 miles per hour. The sound of the laser fire as well spurred him on, and if Gorge was watching, he would see something odd indeed. A lone Super Mutant would tear out of the town of Salem, wearing a chest plate of diamond plate steel, simple pants, boots made of old tires, and holding a long weapon, like something from a story book. Taller than the Mutant himself, with an axe style head and a spear point on it as well, a halberd if he knew what it was.

There was no fear, no hesitation, and Rook would move with the speed of a mutant possessed, heading towards the Mutants who were under fire. Assuming any of them were alive by the time he got there, he would use the landscape to his advantage, using a rock almost like a spring board as his feet touched it, landing with a hard thud near the remaining three and swinging his poleaxe in a broad stroke.

"For Salem!"