Snippet #1590925

Kidas growled to himself, he very much detested being lifted up like a little kid by his collar and threatened. Most other people would have not lived long enough to touch him and if they did they wouldn't enjoy the outcome. Kidas fumed behind his black mask as they walked, next he.. no there wouldn't be a next time, armor or not this overly macho agressive turd in a sardine can wouldn't have a chance to threaten him. Kidas slid the whiskey bottle out of his cloak pocket and took a sip. He caught the signal from the "tin man" to stop. He announced the presence of NCR personel of in the distance.

"Before we try to assault them we need to evaluate the situation." Kidas warned crouching beside tin man. "You and I are most likely the only ones trained for offensive combat, they most likely have service rifles which can clearly out perform our current weaponry, and we are in the middle of the day in the desert the only cover around are two foot tall rocks and i know you can't crouch that low, I suggest two things, one avoid the fire fight at all costs which shouldn't be difficult given our distance, or we use this fancy NCR armor of your's for a bit of distraction."

Kidas hated just immediately running into battle without atleast alittle scouting first. It may take longer but scouting could save your life and many others. And It seemed as though all tin man wanted to do was just run out guns blazeing. Even the heavy armor wouldn't be able to stand up to a whole sqaud unloading on him, and no one else owned armor of the same strength.