The Courier heard the words of those around him, but chose not to acknowledge them. One false move, one wrong twitch, and the deathclaw would descend upon them all and slaughter the lot. One deathclaw normally wouldn’t be much of a problem. He could just activate the RX implant in his brain and kill the thing in turbo mode before it even knew what had happened. Hell, he could charge it in his X-01 power armor and punch the beast to death. But no, not today. It seemed that none of his cybernetic implants were functional (not even his subdermal armor, how was it possible that metal under the skin just stopped working?), and even his equipment was just a bunch of old stuff from his locker. He hasn’t used the Ratslayer in some time, and the .44 in his hand? Definitely not his Mysterious Magnum. It didn’t play a guitar tune once he drew it! No, it was his old, unmodified magnum. One deathclaw would be enough to destroy him, given the circumstances. The centurion played dumb, then started to pick another fight. Fucking idiot. The robot used some manner of beam to heal the pink ball. Good, 6 smiled. It was nice to see good people out here, even if it was a robot. But he had to focus. Nobody else seemed to notice the deathclaw. A newcomer even approached and advocated for peace. A good idea, if there hadn’t been a giant mutated monstrosity with a taste for flesh walking among them. Time started to slow to a crawl as the Courier’s focus intensified. VATS activated, highlighting the deathclaw. Torso, 98% chance to hit. Pointless, it would tank the shot effortlessly. Right leg, 76%. Crippling it would help, but they didn’t bleed much from the leg and the puppet got too close. It’d get killed for sure. Right arm, 82%. It still had a mouth and another arm. The puppet would still be toast. Head, 71%. But would the magnum penetrate the beast’s skull to kill it? This had to be perfect. Lives were on the line. The eyes, 22%. It was a long shot, but 6 had enough stamina to queue up 4 shots. At least one should hit, speaking in probability, right? [b]BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG![/b] Four magnum shot rang out one after the other as fast as the revolver could physically allow. The trigger finger couldn’t possibly be human, could it? It was, with just a little help from Vault-Tec(registered trademark)! The four shots flew up over Geno’s head, right by the koopa king’s face, ultimately hitting nothing. The Courier suddenly began to breathe heavy, as though he’d just sprinted half a mile. “You’re welcome, puppet thing and big turtle. I just killed the deathclaw looming behind you.” He holstered his weapon. Has anybody bothered to look, they would’ve seen nothing there... “Heh. Still sure my ‘crossbow’ is broken, tin man?” He chided the centurion, taking a seat where he was at and pulling out his whiskey once more. “Hey, ghoul!” He called out to Death. “Want to share a drink?” [hider=Word Count]520[/hider]