"The fuck-!" The mercenary shouted in surprise, backing up and diving away as an ACTIVE MINE bounced along the ground towards him. The guy was curled up in front of the door shielding his face, waiting for that inevitable explosion. ...Waiting for that explosion... It'd go off any moment now...

.....

He inched his arms away from his eyes and his facial expression quickly grew from stunned to red and fierce. But was it from embarrassment, or anger? Or both? Levi was free, the stupid old chair broken, the binds loose, ...and that kid had to have more where that [I]deactivated[/I] mine came from. "Oh, you're dead. Now we know where your faggot Dad is, doesn't matter if I just off your sorry ass right here and now!" The merc said. It would appear that he never let go of his knife through all that earlier, so... It was a heavy-hitting trained killer with a dagger versus a Vault Dweller with a pack full of dangerous toys. The odds were actually stacked evenly here! One missed button or pulled pin and Levi might get stuck by the mercenary, one foot wrong and the mercenary might get blown to smithereens! It was strength versus agility too considering the merc's armour. The man tossed the knife from hand to hand, approaching Levi cautiously. "I'll kill ya' quick if you drop the bag... Come on!" He egged the young vault dweller on.

...That was when a more familiar merc slowly entered the room, knife drawn, something dripping from the blade's tip. It was bloody, but who's freakin' blood could that be in a place like the merc's stronghold? "Oi, fatty." The Englishman taunted the torturer, who you'd expect to be a comrade of his. "Would you mind stepping into one corner and dropping the pig-sticker, just.. I don't appreciate you doing this to personal mates of mine. Eh?" David said in a ridiculously neutral tone. Considering he'd apparently murdered some of his comrades already, you'd think anyone would be running on adrenaline and hype right now!

The larger man backed away from Levi and his tied-up friend so that he could observe both his opponents. "You did always have an independent streak, kid. But no, none of this backstabbing. Traitors [I]fucking die.[/I] I'll kill everyone in this room if I have to..."

"Ah, shut up already you windbag," David said in a bored manner, glancing at his true ally here. He would explain his actions later, when there wasn't a fight about to break out. Heck, if there wasn't any field of doubt surrounding Dave one could probably summarise he was doing this because he liked his new Vaultie pals more than the killers he grew up with.

Welp, it shouldn't be too hard to gain a victory here. Sarah was currently out of (further) harms way, and the torturer was in one corner of the room. David had the escape covered. All they needed to do was blow that son of a bitch up, or at least get him to make a stupid move whilst running from any bombs thrown his way.

(I wrote this at like.. 3 separate times of the day. Forgiveth me if it seems rushed and whatnot.)