Few things in the wasteland made Emil's heart fill with pure and genuine fear. This grotesque parody of what is supposed to be a human being inside of butchered powerarmor he had never seen before was a new one to add to that short list. Emil had to force himself from gagging, in fear he might vomit what little remains inside of his stomach. His mind begged him to turn tail and run away, but he willed himself to resist the urge as he couldn't abandon his companion. His breath was heavy and sweat poured openly from his brow all the way down to his chin. Emil takes aim at the abomination as a warning to him -no- [color=black][b]'it'[/b][/color] by taking aim at the creature's skull and setting the RCW to maximum power output; cutting his ammunition count by half as well as his rate of fire but creating beams far more powerful than normal. He glances to his side to see his companion. He hesitates for a moment. Words getting choked up and twisted in his throat. Finally, he musters up all the remaining courage in his being, just to speak in front of this abomination to life itself, to say a simple message to his companion:
[color=orange]"Run."[/color]