- Location
- Wörms, the half continent
Stamping up the stairs, Mal walked into the frame, and pulled the trigger. Rounds shot out her barrel, strafing left to right, the roar of the mini-gun loud enough to wake the dead.
Fallout: Rotten Days In The Big Apple
- Thread starter Gideon020
- Start date
- IC
- Location
- North Carolina
Kane Tucker
Well that went well.
Guess the super mutant with the minigun should have made that obvious, but Kane didn't particularly feel like weighing odds. He kept up with the rest of the group, but he didn't bother stopping to loot, given the rush they were in.
So it made the process of him wandering into the next room over and seeing the horde of raiders with a dude in power armor at the end of it more than a little surprising.
Kane dived behind the nearest cover he could find, before digging through his pouches to find a well-hidden pouch and retrieving one of his frag grenades that he'd kept on his person.
He peaked his head out, trying to gauge the throw he'd need to make to nail the fucker in power armor, prayed to whatever gods were out there, pulled the pin, and hucked his little present into the mass of bodies.
Well that went well.
Guess the super mutant with the minigun should have made that obvious, but Kane didn't particularly feel like weighing odds. He kept up with the rest of the group, but he didn't bother stopping to loot, given the rush they were in.
So it made the process of him wandering into the next room over and seeing the horde of raiders with a dude in power armor at the end of it more than a little surprising.
Kane dived behind the nearest cover he could find, before digging through his pouches to find a well-hidden pouch and retrieving one of his frag grenades that he'd kept on his person.
He peaked his head out, trying to gauge the throw he'd need to make to nail the fucker in power armor, prayed to whatever gods were out there, pulled the pin, and hucked his little present into the mass of bodies.
Tyrex
One thing Tyrex knew well was to not deliberately put himself in the way of things that were flying around or bursting at high speed.
Desperate not to abandon his new favorite people, the Deathclaw attempted to stay close to the group, out of direct danger, and look for an opportunity to be helpful if it presented itself.