[center][color=tan][h3]Courier 6[/h3][/color]
[b]Level 2[/b] - (0/20) EXP
[b]Location:[/b] 1-1, Lower Canyon
[b]Word Count:[/b] 505[/center]


Seeing the kobolds fleeing in terror filled the Courier with vindication for his chosen course of action. He was positively elated, riding on top of the world! Or maybe that was just the jet, it was hard to tell. Stuff did get you high as a kite, that’s for sure. Still, a third of the forces saw fit to prioritize their own lives than to kill a few intruders, and that was a win in his book! That just left the goblins and the bokoblins, far more vicious in their behavior, and far more determined. Or maybe just more stupid. Regardless, the outcome would be the same. 

Courier 6 took advantage of the momentary lull to reload his weapons, slotting a few extra rounds in the chamber of his magnum and forcing a few extra shells in his shotgun. In the middle of a live firefight, especially one involving melee attackers, you never knew when you’d get another chance. Better to do so now than to risk being just 1 shot too shy and getting an ax to the face for your troubles instead. Once that was done, the Courier made a spectacle of himself by taking the high ground atop the large rock he had dislodged from the canyon wall, yelling all the way. [color=tan]”YEEEEEEEEEEEAH!”[/COLOR] 

Bang! Bang! With the remaining melee attackers focused on swarming Death, the Courier was left to freely engage the ones who were throwing spears on the ground. From what he could tell, Zer0 had zeroed in (heheh, he’d have to tell the assassin that pun later) on the enemies higher up.Thus he opened up by planting some magnum rounds into a few of the far-off spear-throwers. He intended to charge in head first and engage the ranged fighters with his shotgun, blowing them away with superior firepower, though he never made it that far.

[i]Beep. Beep. Beee-[/i]

[color=tan]”OHSHITIT’SAMINEDIVEDIVEDIVE!”[/color] And dive he did, comically stumbling over the lip of his big rock (trademark) and nearly faceplanting on the opposite side. His PTSD had most certainly been triggered from… Various unfortunate situations back in the Mojave. There were an absolutely [i]absurd[/i] number of explosions in the desert. Like, a weird amount.

Grumbling, the Courier rose to his feet, holstering his guns and picking up his dislodged hat before returning it to his head. [color=tan]”A’right, where’s the fucker that threw a mine at me?”[/color] he muttered, pulling out his Ratslayer. It had to have come from up above, so up above is where he scanned around, first with the naked eye and then with the impressive scope on his rifle. [color=tan]"Zer0, can you cover me while I look for that bomb-lobbin’ asshole?”[/color] he called back over his shoulder.

Just as the ringing in his ears subsided, the Courier heard a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaj6YGOLskQ]new song[/url] pop on the radio. Damn, never liked this one. Hit too close to home.