Zephen was walking with them and in a deeper than usual voice he pointed to someone who looked like Zephen that he had killed slicing the fade beyond recognition he looked at them."I am the real Zephen that was a fake and a damn annoying one at that so I'll introduce myself if it moves and breaths I can kill it also I can practically sweet talk anyone into anything and I can sneak over landmines and other ground level traps and locks are fucking useless against me but otherwise it's your show I ain't a medic can't repair crap not a sniper don't try to make me disarm explosives or anything I didn't just say I knew how to do or I will probably die trying half of them by the way i'm not him i'm who he was posed as meaning I just met all of you but got info from blabber mouth here."Zephen was pointing down at the corpse grinning beneath his helmet.

Mal simply stood there, smoking his cigarette while listening to Lola tell the abridged version of her life. He was a little surprised on how forth coming she was with her information. It was actually a little touching when she mentioned her father. Almost like something long dead in Mal's chest flared up, but it was gone as quick as it came. She seemed to be a little embarrassed after she finished her story. She then reached down and started petting Skip, the dog leaned into her hand. He too then began to look towards the barren wastes. "No, nothing to gain save the knowledge that I'm not dead. Your trying to find your past, I'm trying to make sure mine stays lost." He took another big drag, finishing off the cigarette. He threw it down and immediately lit up another one. "My parents.....sold me to the legion. I was seven. A lot of other kids were sold at the same time as me. It was apparently a tithe of loyalty to Caesar." He took another drag and slid his hood off. "I was the only one who survived the week. I soon learned I was strong and could kill easy. I fought in the arena, then the field." He sort of looked down at the ground, the all around him. "It was hell, but one man made it better. You see in the Legion, there is no gay or straight, there's just....living." He coughed a few times and then scratched his head. "Anyway, I lost him a little after I got.."he took off his goggles with his one hand and tapped his dead eye. "..this. This is the mark of a traitor, in the Legion. Lannius himself gave it to me, I bet you heard of him." he said, chuckling to himself a bit, like he just remembered the punch line to a joke he once heard. "I was thinking about....bowing out, y'know? But when I thought about it, he would kick my ass if I took the easy way out. So I'm just.......keeping on until I expire." Mal said, sounding really tired, but not showing it physically. He wrestled the goggles back over his eyes. "So sorry, no grand scheme or greater goal to work towards. I'm just living until I die, I guess."

Mal threw his hood back on and he scratched the side of his face for a bit. Skip licked Lola's hand for a moment, then looked to Mal, sensing what he was feeling. "Well....now were both a little embarrassed on how emotional we are." Mal said, a small grin flashing across his face for a moment, then dieing. The only reason he told her so much because she told him so much. It just seemed like the appropriate thing to do. Scipio trotted over to him and Mal got down on one knee. They then put their foreheads togther. Scipio put a paw on his knee and Mal put his hands on either side of his face. They were like that for a bit, then Mal spoke. "For what it's worth.." He then patted Skip on the head and stood up and spit the cigarette out of his mouth. "...I hope you catch up with your father." He stated staring at her with his trademark dead even face.

Smiling down at the towering man, who was only barely shorter than her kneeling. Placing her hands on her the curve of her waist she stood with her hips pushed a bit forward and her shoulders arched back in a flowing limber pose she moved her gaze toward the town. Her shades rested on the end of her nose, and strands of her golden hair lay across her forehead, the rest pulled back with a striking red bandanna. Leading down to her match crimson lips, her shiny studs poking through the soft flesh of her nose and lips.
"I'm getting impatient...I wanted to get going before nightfall..."

Holding her hand up above her eyes she scanned for any of the others. Seeing no one at the moment, she reached into her bag and flipped on he radio. Bobbing her head with the music, and swaying her hips with the beat she lit another cigarette and held the radio under her arm.
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Xander sighed and got up, "have fun, guys. I'm off with our Legion friend and that explosives woman. You guys figure out how to proceed." He dusted himself off and started for the door, "Don't worry, we'll all see each other real soon." He opened the door and left the bar leaving the other three. He saw the hulking figure in the distance. As he approached he started heading towards the two of them. He was greeted with music, he was pleasantly surprised. His radio had been removed due to the nature of his job, there were many silent days in the wastes.

"Alright, you got me," Xander said standing next to the hulking man. He brought his pip boy to his face and started looking for the place the ghoul had told them. It wasn't far and they could be there by next nightfall if they got started right away. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, he liked the two he had chosen, and Seven was alright. That Amelia chick and Zephen was going to be a pain the the ass. Xander smelt the sickly sweet smell of the cigarette and he popped another piece of gum. "Well, lets get moving. Its a trek and its not gonna be easy. Here's to hope we don't run into anything that scary," Xander said. He waited to be in the back, he didn't handle close quarters that well.

Mal nodded at her statement. "Well, they've got about......23 seconds left." He said, actually looking at the sun through his goggles. She flipped on her radio and a jaunty beat started playing. He liked it. It seems Skip like it too because he started to howl along with the tune. Mal simply chuckled at sight of it. He then glanced over at Lola. She was a very intriguing and intelligent girl. Mal would thoroughly enjoy traveling with her. Not bad to look at either, not bad at all. Mal shook his head for a moment. That kind of thinking could botch a job pretty quick. He would have to stay focused. Now if only they Xander could show up to point them in the right direction. Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. Right at that moment, Xander walked up to them. "Alright, you got me," Mal flashed him a quick smile. "Glad to hear it." he said without much emotion. Xander started working on his pip boy for a moment. "Well, lets get moving. Its a trek and its not gonna be easy. Here's to hope we don't run into anything that scary," Mal chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I'll protect you both from the big bad wasteland." Mal said, a hint of a playful tone could be detected in his voice. They headed out with him at the front and Xander at the back. Scipio stayed right beside Mal. Mal lifted his mask over his mouth and nose, and their journey to Sierra Madre had begun.

Flipping her hair as she turned, her trek began. Clutching her holstered weapons in each hand, her short cig hung off her lips as she walked. Her duffel was strapped to her body, radio tucked into the partially opened side pocket of the green bag. It felt good to get moving again, the hard ground beneath her feet. These times were when she was most comfortable, nothing tying her down, just open land in front of her.
The world looked orange beneath her shades, giving it an even more arid and hot look, the sun making a dimmed shine, was still a burning image through the lenses, and it toasted her skin as she walked. She could feel sweat forming along the her shoulders, and was thankful she has it tightly secured her long hair off of the back of her neck.
The Giant Mal walked in front of her, with the ever loyal hound. Lola had taken a liking to the two, I think he is a candidate for being more than bearable... she noted as she shifted so she was walking in his shadow,so the sun no longer blinded her.
Behind her walked the Xander fella. She hadn't formed a opinion about him quite yet, but he was at least competent and quiet. Two traits she felt the others didn't quite have.
Looking back at him she asked, "So what exactly is this thing were supposed to be looking for?"
Lifting her arm to hold the butt she added, "And where was it last seen?"

Black watched the vault kid leave towards the door, and Black followed suit. As he brushed past against Zephen, he paused for a few seconds.

"Alright, I'll buy into your little charade for now. But keep in mind that I know who you are... Zephen."

After he finished those words, sour to the tongue, he had emerged through the door to the outside. This was his playground, and he was sure to let the devil to know it. Shifting his shoulder a bit, his Marksman Carbine swinging on its strap from behind his back and under his right arm. It was awkward the veteran, yes, but it wasn't something he wasn't used to. Grasping the grip with his right hand, the shroud resting in his left, he began moving towards the others. The sun was setting, the sky darkening from the imminent approach of the night. It was about to get dark, and pretty quickly at it, but Black wasn't worried.

Releasing the grip and quickly flipping the side switch on his helmet, illuminating his green lenses, then gripping the rifle once again, Black was able to see through the darkness. Jokingly, Black made his greeting once again.

"Well, my friends, I hope you guys can see in the dark as well as I can. If not, I'll be more than merry to serve as your scout."

Scipio nudged against him, which was a signal to look back. he glanced over his shoulder to see the veteran following them. He soon caught up to them, switching the light in his helmet on. With a joking manner, Seven spoke. "Well, my friends, I hope you guys can see in the dark as well as I can. If not, I'll be more than merry to serve as your scout." Mal kept ever walking forward into away from the receding light of day and into the black abyss of night. Mal called back so he could hear over Lola's radio, not that it was that loud, but just in case. "I think we're good. Scipio is more than an acceptable scout. He's trained to hear and smell things hundred meters away. We won't know what's coming, but we'll know something's coming." The dog nuzzled his hand, careful to not hit the blades hanging from it. He then looked fully over his shoulder. "How do you think Legion hounds keep finding nearly invisible rangers and scouts." His voice sounded slightly muffled from cloth he was wearing over his face. Scipio's ears were fully perked and his nose in the air. Nothing had come their way yet, but if something did, they'd know about it.

Mal cocked his head back again. "If Skip gives me the signal, I''ll point you in the right direction and you can see what it is whatever we would be dealing with. It would be best to keep in this formation. Anything in front of us wouldn't be able to tell how any of us there are. that's just my suggestion and opinion. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that you can do whatever the hell you want." He spoke in a very civil, yet emotionless tone. While they had been speaking, Lola had asked Xander a few questions and was curious to find out if the man knew more. He knew that they were hunting a holodisk and that it's in the Sierra Madre, but not where. It was a big place filled with hundreds of traps and dangers. It would be like looking for a needle in an exploding haystack. Stupid and dangerous. He never saw that piece of paper the ghoul gave him.

Amelia stood up and followed after Mel when he leaves the bar, it didn't seem like she had much of a chance with these guys but it seemed like Mal bore the least dislike for her. It wasn't often that Amelia ran into a group of people who didn't care for her company, it was her best weapon for survival, a skill she had spent time desperately honing with as much effort as any sniper put into their training. Regardless she would need to connect to someone if she was going to survive and her best bet looked like Mal.

As she caught up with the others, she stayed quiet for a while, trying to reassess the situation. Amelia would need to adapt a new strategy if she wanted to survive this journey. She remained toward the back of the group, keeping a low profile as it seemed some of them were scouting ahead and she certainly wouldn't be the one to cause them to be discovered. Amelia did have some skill at sneaking around after all, she estimated from the other's apparent skills that she was second after Seven.

"yeah right try me. Nightvision function yep it works."Zephen said pressing a button on his helmet he started walking away from the bar his calm attitude already wearing thin towards Seven he planned on advoiding Seven until Seven was either injured or needed Zephen's help then depending on how much shit Seven gave him he would decide if he would help Seven or not if Seven stopped acting like he already knew the level of experience Zephen had he and Zephen wouldn't have this problem but Zephen was busy putting pit viper venom on his knife to help with kills he held his knife in a reverse grip his blade parallel to his arm his revolver raised he was looking over his work and making sure his venom coated knife wasn't off balance now."I can guide myself without giving myself away unlike you."Zephen said walking past Seven tapping a bright green lens sticking out of his helmet he had his revolver cocked and in his hand as a security measure he never trusts anyone.

"Well, this entire situation is entirely fucked. I've just about received the same amount of information as you, and from the destination on the piece of paper. Its gonna be even worse than I first thought," Xander said to Lola, "you see, I've met The Courier; really nice guy, just don't bet against him you'll lose every time. He's told me what he had to go through when he went to the Sierra Madre. Now, when I saw that paper. I was shocked that he wanted us to break in there a second time." Xander was tempted to turn on his light, but decided against it when the stealth factor would have been shot.

"Now, the holodisk is supposed to be in one of the suites on the top floor of the casino. The ghoul's memory was shot, so he couldn't remember what room exactly it was." Xander said. He shut his eyes and shushed the rest of the group. He thought he had heard something. Xander was getting nervous, something that didn't happen often. When it did, something was going to happen. He heard heavy breathing and foot fall, worse than that he heard stomachs growling. Xander turned around and saw nothing. He squinted and saw faint ripples in the air like the light was being bent. He played it off like he saw nothing. Xander slowly got his rifle ready and spun around and fired a round into the ripple of air, a super mutants head went flying off, while no body was showing, "NIGHTKIN!!!!" Xander yelled dropping to the ground.

"NIGHTKIN!!!!"

As soon as Black heard that word, he knew he was fucked. He didn't see it coming. He had turned around, and before he knew it, one of the beasts launched him off his feet. While in midair, Black grabbed for his 10mm, letting go of his rifle, quickly releasing a spray of rounds into his assailant. The beast had picked him up and chucked him possibly 15 feet into the air.

With a loud thump, Black's back bounced off across the ground, forcing a muffled grunt out from him. He quickly finished off the beast, the stealthboy worn off, as it charged towards him. As the remaining three rounds left in the magazine fired off, each one found its way into the mutant's skull, landing a killing blow, the corpse toppling over its feet. It laid silently at his boots, a foot away from slaughtering him. He was lucky.

Now focused on what they walked into, Black noticed two coming in on the new kid, flanking him from both sides, each being 10 feet away from melee range. While the kid was stupid at trying to be something he was clearly not, Black wasn't going to let him die without knowing what got him. Within a split second, Black dropped the 10mm and switched to his rifle, and laid down some focused firing on one of them.

"KID! WATCH OUT!!"

Black called out, firing at the one closer to him, the nightkin on the kid's left. Every time he pulled the trigger, a shot rang out and found itself into the beast's back, with a couple straying off target, still disrupting the cloaking field that his target was once using.

With it kept going towards the kid, Black aimed down the scope and zeroed in onto the back of the beast's head, then pulled the trigger twice. One round dug in, killing the second mutant. The kid still had the one on his right to deal with, fuuuccckkk.... he thought to himself, having felt himself being picked up once again from his duster. The one that had charged him earlier wasn't dead after all.

"Why won't you fucking die!"

Blacks slipped from the duster, falling a good three feet and into a roll. As he recovered, ignoring the pain that shot up through his left foot, he flung his two knives into the mighty beast, one through the coat and into its lower chest, the second into its groin area. As soon as the second blade went through, it knew that it was finished.

It dropped the duster and fell onto its knees, painfully trying to pull the two knives out. While it was doing this, Black ran into a full sprint towards the beast, using the knives as stepping blocks, pushing them deeper in. This had killed his attacker. Staying in its upright position, Black reached and twisted its head, making sure it stayed down this time. Black looked back towards the group.

Zephen was alread aware of the nightkin because he had fallen back to the rear of the group and was grabbed by one it was covering his mouth he pulled his knife out and stabbed it in the leg leaving the knife there he was released by ghe nightkin and quick drew his revolver turned and started firing at the nightkin unloading the gun at it's face hitting it he saw it stumble and ripped his knife out of it and sliced it's neck he ran towards Amelia bumping into a nightkin that grabbed his leg and began swinging Zephen around like a hammer he released hurling Zephen into a desert shrub it tore Zephen's trench coat and scratched his armor he got up and threw the coat towards a nightkin and saw it hovering he fired at it.

These assholes are going to draw the attention of everything within a mile, Amelia thought to herself as she put her back to something solid. The shotgun didn't have any ammo in it, so she just kept quiet and still, hoping the screaming and shooting chaos that was her new team would draw in the attention. Xander and Seven seemed like the luckiest two bastards she'd ever run across and even Zephen seemed to be skilled, though less lucky than the other two as he was grabbed. Still this was highlighting the danger of the task, they wouldn't be silently slipping past half the dangers, they've be alerting all hostile things to their location and cutting a bloody path through to the destination's end.

Even as the creatures closed in, Amelia forced herself to be calm and patient. Hopefully all of the violence would be over with soon.

Zephen dumped the spent cartridges on the ground while rolling foward then he ran to Amelia and said"hey good looking need some help?"He reloaded using a speed reloader he did a baseball slide stopping between the nightkin's legs its face was still in range Zephen started dumping on it with his revolver he got up as it fell missing Zephen slightly Zephen did a quick search of its pockets finding five shotgun shells he ran bact to Amelia with them Zephen had eighteen bullets left but handed Amelia the shells Zephen put his revolver away and grabbed his knife in a reverse grip and waited for a nightkin when one swung a rebar club at him he ducked because he had dropped his knife and came back up grabbing the nightkin's arm he stabbed at its back hitting the spinal cord.Zephen turned away and began walking away when he realised it was not dead yet he whipped around putting his weapons away he picked up the rebar club and dragged it to the nightkin and brought it above his head bringing it down on the nightkin.

Turning her head swiftly as she heard Black's warning she spots them. Gruesome ugly creatures, nothing Lola hasn't handled before. She reaches into her bag, pulling out 2 Bio-Gas canisters she tosses them, crossing her arms in front of her shrouding the beasts in smoke. She whips out her long dagger and flips it in her hand, so the blade faces back away from her and drops low, dashing into the cloud.
The smoke is thick, but nothing she isn't used to and she locates the first one quickly. Running up on him, she twist her body so she is behind him and sinks the blade into the soft flesh in the back of his left thigh, forcing him to the ground. The wound tears as she rips her dagger from his leg, and sinks into his side between his ribs, piercing his heart. Red blood spills over her as she tears the blade out and looks around.
Her smoke has depleted and the other two are headed right at her, both carrying huge sledge hammers. She watched as they run toward her, and quickly dips and sprints between them, pivoting on her heels to and facing the fumbling creature as they realize she is no longer in front of them.
"This isn't a fair fight," she teases, as she licks the blood from her blade, "I'll just have to take away your toys!" The beasts run at her again, the first one swinging at her laterally, the second attempting to crush her with his blow. She ducks as the first one swings, as the weapon passes over head she rolls to dodge the second attack, catching herself on her toes she takes advantage of their defenseless moment and lurches forward and springs up onto the second beasts hands as the hammer hits the ground, crushing them with her weight she pushes off his hands and springs toward the first beast, attempting to bring her fist hard across his face.
She waited too long, and the beast brings his own thick muscular arm across her body, flinging her against a rick a few feet away.
God Damn she thought as she struggled to stand. Her own blood mixing with her nightkin stained clothing.
The beast whom she crushed fingers grabs her and lifts her by her hair, pulling out her bandanna and holding her up by her blond locks, he shakes her then holds her in front of him as the second nightkin approached, What the fuck...I am no play toy, she thinks, springing into action once again she brings her head back as hard as she can, smashing the nighkins nose, she feels the blood and snot roll down her back as he drops her.
The second nightkin races toward her now, infuriated by her, she just stands there. Once she is just out of reach, she quickly pulls out her pistol and aims it right between his eyes. The last thing that crosses the Nightkins face is utter defeat, she sneers as he runs right into her bullet simply stepping aside as his body stumbles to the ground. Turning to the last beast, she once again pulls out her blade, as watches as the beast stands. Blood drips from his face and hands, but he still fumes. They stare each other down for just a moment before they both attack.
The beast reaches out for his hammer, swinging it laterally in front of him. She leaps over the blade and lands with her feet on his shoulders, and crouches down sinking the blade into the back of his neck, and pushes off, flipping off his shoulders and tearing the blade out of his flesh, she lands with a cloud of barren dust disrupted as she hit the ground.
Slowly standing, her whole body aches from hitting the rock, she gazes around. Blood sticks to her hair and clothes, with some of her own drizzling down the side of her head. The three bodies lay around her, in deep pools of crimson defeat.

As Zephen dumped a handful of shells into Amelia's grasp she gave him a look of worry, in her mind she cursed her bad luck. This kind of thing was way above her, fighting enemies she couldn't even see. Quickly her fingers set to work trying to load in the shells, it was no good, three of them tumbled out of her shaking fingers as she loaded the other two in. She tried to look down around on the ground for them but it wasn't helping, they had rolled away and Amelia's nighttime vision was piss poor. She stumbled backwards, aiming the gun out and tripping over a clump of something she couldn't make out. She tried to catch herself but still fell onto her back. Get up you useless whore, the voice inside of her screamed out, as if she believed she could motivate her body. Fear was a positive motivator however and she though she might have seen something out of the corner of her eye so she rushed to regain her footing. I've fucked up, I should have worked on them more, they're supposed to want to protect me. And now I'm gonna die in the dark to something I can't see.

A swing came down from overhead, from something she couldn't quite make out. Instinct alone would be her savior, her body jerking backwards. Still the blow came down on the shotgun in her hands and tore it free. She made out the crunch noise as it found some surely unfortunate end, but there was no time to lament lost toys, something was about to kill her. Her hands were useless, her fingers numb from the blow that took her shotgun from her, she didn't think they were broken but she couldn't tell.

A second strike came in, this time it was not from a weapon but from a powerful foot that struck her hard in the gut and sent her toppling to the ground with a dreadful gasp. The air that had been in her lungs was suddenly missing and she couldn't help as her body curled in agony. She lay on the ground, struggling to take a breath of air. Somewhere in the still cruelly aware parts of her mind she insulted and mocked herself, telling herself that she was going to die. Her eyes were shut tight.

Gazing around, she looked for the others. They seemed to be doing ok, until her gaze fell on Amelia. She lay about 15 feet away from Lola, about to be crushed by a giant sledge hammer. Quickly, she snatched a frag grenade from her bag and pulled the pin, 8...7...6... Dashing forward she jumped to kick the beast in the side of the head with both of her feet, knocking his body and his blow just to the side of Amelia. ...5...4...3...
She quickly grabbed Ameilia's wrist and pulled her up, tossing the slender girl onto her back before tossing the grenade down next where Amelia lay and sprinting as fast as she could away.
The granade rolled next to the nightkin as he rubbed his head from the blow, noticing it the beast picked up up.
...2...1 The blast flung the girls forward, and Lola collapsed on the ground, Amelia still laying on top of her back. Her whole body ached from her own fight, and now she was being crushed.
A chunk of nightkin flesh landed steaming next to Lola's head as she said, "Next time, I'll let you die." She rolled to push the girl off and sat on the ground, touching the side of her head and wincing for a moment from the pain, "I'm serious."

Xander saw the carnage around him, he never dealt with night kin up close and personal. It was a truly terrible sight. He saw the other dispatch them, with trouble, they were outnumbered at least 2 to 1. He heard a scream behind him and rolled over and saw a night kin in mid swing with his reber club. He acted solely on instinct he rolled out of the way of the blow and before the beast bring his club back up Xander raised his rifle and pulled the trigger not even aiming. The shot rang out deafening him for a second, then he was covered in the mutants blood as the shot ripped through the beasts arm. He fired again and this shot went through the beasts chest. The beast fell with the final shot. Xander wiped his eyes and rolled back over. He reloaded and aimed down the scope.

Xander saw one of the Mutants standing over Amelia going for the killing blow. He was about ready to fire the shot and saw the mutant drop to the ground due to Lola's grenade. He sighed, protecting people was not in his job description. He got up jogging to hers and Lola's downed body. He dropped the rifle and pulled out a couple of stim-paks. He pulled the stopper off and flicked the needle. "This is gonna make the pain lessen. So bear with the the sharp pain." Xander said as he injected the chem. He was trying to work fast because he knew that this was his only chance at this while this madness was going on. "I'll patch you proper when this is done, I'll stay here until this is over. If something happens to me act dead, they won't fuck with you." He said kneeling down. Xander was looking over and saw that everyone was having a hard time. He started taking spot shots at the guys he could see and the ones he could see the shimmers.

Xander felt a firm grasp on his shoulder, "Son of a-" he couldn't even finish his sentence as he was tossed aside like a rag doll. His rifle went the other way. Xander groaned as he hit the ground. His ribs felt like they were broken in several places, Xander started coughing when he brought his hand to his face; Xander saw a dark liquid on his fingers. He groaned and laid his back and felt the pain rush over him. "Snipers... shouldn't... be... in... a... close... fight." He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his back up stim-pak, the rest were in his backpack next to Amelia. As he shot up, the soothing sensation filled him up. He pulled out his 10mm and tried to get up. He stumbled a bit before he could finally 'walk.' Xander limped over to Amelia and when he was half way there, another super mutant appeared and lifted him up and Xander could smell the rancid breath of the damned creature. He raised his pistol to the beast gut and emptied the clip into the bastard. The mutant dropped Xander and the fell on top of him, pinning Xander to the ground. "I hate mutants," Xander whispered before the pain was too much and he blacked out.

Seconds before anyone said anything more, Scipio froze. A low growl escaped his throat as his body circled it self. Mal stopped and eyed him for a moment, until he realized they were surrounded. Before he could say anything, Xander screamed out what the enemy was. "NIGHTKINS!!!!" was all he said, then everyone seemed to become separated by the invisible beasts. The Nightkins advantage was surprise, invisibility and their massive strength. Their disadvantage.....they didn't know who they were fucking with. He had gone hand to hand with a lot of Super Mutants....a lot. He actually found Nightkins to be rather easy. They relied so heavily on their stealth and strength, they don't bother to train in combat. Mal could barely ever see anything anyway, so their stealth wasn't a problem. Mal was also just about as strong as them as well. The average super mutant was only about half a foot taller than him and maybe 50 lbs. heavier. They could't toss him around like they could everyone else. The enemy had successfully separated their group and were closing in on them individually. Scipio barked facing behind him, giving Mal a warning from where the next attack was coming from. Mal spun around and felt the shift in the air and the grunt and smell that escaped the nightkins mouth. Mal simply held both his arms up and suddenly caught one of their massive clubs in his hand. This shock caused the stealthboy to ware off. Standing before him was a very confused ugly looking mutant. Mal simply smiled a light smile. He then ripped the Rebar club from it's hands with a grunt and nailed it in the soler plexus causing the air to escape from its lungs and sending it to it's knees. He then adjusted the grip he had on the club and swung it around in an upward arcing angle and brought it straight down onto its head, turning it to a bloody pulp.

Scipio let out a bark from behind, then a sudden whelp. Before he could fully turn around, two massive fists collided with his face. The force of the hit caused him to spin around and land straight on his face. It seems they had identified him as a threat and had decided to gang up on him. His lip had busted wide open and Mal staggered to his knees. He wasn't that out of it, he was mainly trying to shake the cobwebs out. Before he could attempt to stand up, he felt each one of his arms be grabbed. He saw one mutant on each arm, their grips locked tight and each one pulling rather hard, making sure he couldn't escape. He then saw a third one materialize in fron of him. This one looked different. He had a brahmin skull on his head and a large red cloth draped over his chest like a pancho. The two gripping his arms stood him up. The one who seemed to be the leader cracked his knuckles, then started to go to town on Mal. Most of his club like fists were hitting his stomach but a good amount of them were on his face. Mal simply stood there and took the onslaught for a time. Along with the constant grunts of pain, a small chuckle escaped his bleeding lips. The Nightkin stopped and looked at him. "What you laughing? Friends are dying and you die to. No laugh, be screaming and begging. What think funny?" The Nightkin said rather angrily. Mal looked up at him with his bruised face and stated in his monotone. "Your fists are soft." The word rage could not explain the expression that went across the Nightkins face to the extent that it was. Mal swore that red actually bloomed from his dark purple face. He reached to his back and pulled out a massive blade. "This no soft! This cut you in bits! DIE!" At that hesitation in the Nightkins rage, Mal leaped up and used the two holding his arms for support and dropped kicked it right in the face. It fell to the ground.

In almost perfect timing, Scipio then jumped up and sank his teeth deep into the one holding his left arm's bicep. The nightkin yelled out inn pain and lessened his grip on him a great deal. With less resistance, Mal ripped his left arm free, and with the added momentum of that, he drove his bladed gauntlet right between the Nightkin who was holding his right arms eyes. Mal then twisted the blade, then yanked it free. The monster slumped to the ground, allowing Mal to redirect his attention back to the on who Scipio had attacked. Scipio had apparently released the mutant, seeing as there was a large chunk missing from it's arm. It was obviously confused and the pain from his wound was causing it to let out crazed shrieks as it stumbled around. It was in shock. Mal walked right up to it and said. "Hey." It looked up, it's face twisted with fear and pain. "Nobody kicks my dog." The fear grew on it's face. Mal then threw a cocked straight punch from his right hand. The ballistic fist making direct contact with it's head, blasting the top of it's head off from point blank range.

The fight wasn't over yet, as the leader got to his feet and stared Mal down. They weren't 10 feet from each other. After what seemed like an hour but was but a moment, Mal suddenly charged it. He lowered his body into a battering ram position and his right pauldron covered shoulder made contact with it's soler plexus. He then angled his arms into a Y position acting like a prong. His strength and momentum was enough to drag the super mutant off of it's feet and be carried away by Mal. Mal was yelling at the top of his lungs a fierce Praetorian battle cry. "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRS!!!" Mal kept running until he collided with what he believed to be a large rock. Well, the Nightkin collided with it anyway. The Nightkin let out a gurgled cry of pain. Mal didn't stop there. He then gripped the sides of the rock as hard as he could, cocked his body back, and then rammed his shoulder right back into it's stomach, it's back thudding against the rock. Mal repeated this well over a dozen times, yelling at the top of his lungs. For this brief time, his original battle rage had come to surface. "MARS! EXULTAE! MARS! EXULTAE! MARS! EXULTAE!" Over and over again. After about 30 seconds, Mal stopped and pulled away from the mutant. It looked like it's stomach had caved in and blood was gushing from it's mouth and nose. It's face frozen in a mangled expression of raw pain. It slowly slumped to the ground. It seemed that Mal had calmed down a bit and realized his shoulder felt odd. He felt it with his hand. "Great." he said blandly. His arm was dislocated. He would deal with it later.

He looked over and tried to see if there were any survivors. Scipio caught up to him, limping slightly. "I know boy, it hurts." He reached into his coat with his good arm and pulled out a stimpak. He bent down and injected it into Scipio. "There you go, one for you." He threw the empty syringe aside and pulled out another one. He then injected it directly into his neck. "And one for me." he said as cool as a cucumber. His arm was still dislocated, no amount of chemicals could fix that. He decided he may as well deal with it now. He grabbed ahold of his arm and gripped it tight. After a few short breaths, he jammed his arm back into his socket. He let out an agony filled grunt. He flexed his hand a few times and let it settle a bit. He looked over the battle field and saw a good amount of dead Nightkins and no dead people. That looked like a win to him. He couldn't see any more Nightkins, then again, that was the whole problem with them. He slowly walked towards two figures sitting on the ground. When he got close to them, he saw it was Amelia and Lola. They looked like shit. "Are you two alright?" he asked with a degree of concern in his otherwise apathetic voice. He loked aroun and saw the glowing eyes of Zephen and Seven's helemts, but so no other figure standing. "Hey....wheres Xander?"

Zephen was stunned that his stab to the nightkin's back had permanently removed all brain communication to the legs in other words he smiled as in crumbled he grabbed its club and started playing golf with its face until he saw it collapse he checked it for a pulse there was a faint one he had left his knife in the nightkin's back and now brought the rebar club down on the knife killing the nightkin He started to slowly spin with his arms out saying"Whoo number one baby can't kill this with yo stupid ass mutant brains!"
Flashback
"You there boy what's your name?" the slaver asked him as a auto axe started to send sparks flying"Zephen sir you gonna have me compete at this age sir?" Zephen was only 14 years old he was still deadly though he was in The Pitt both physically strong and mentally strong he went into the arena and Ishmael Ashur already hated Zephen but Zephen was strong he walked into the arena with a 9mm and a knife and came out a freed slave Ashur congratulated Zephen then kicked Zephen out.

Black had watched as the chaos around him subdued, the team quickly dispatching their assailants. He had taken a seat onto the ground during the combat, and as he tried to get up, pain shot up through his leg, quickly going back down.

"Fuck... Guys, I think it'll be best for you guys to go on and find the vault boy. I'm afraid I won't be much use now, and I'll only slow you guys down. Fucked up my ankle, so I won't be going much anywhere."

He couldn't remove the boot, as it was acting as a temporary ankle support, and that it would do more harm than good. Stimpaks wouldn't do much good, as it wasn't actual damage, and Seven was preferring to save them for actual emergencies.

Lucky for him, his 10mm was in reach. As he grabbed it, he released the magazine, letting it it the ground before sliding in a fresh magazine from his harness. Grabbing hold of his gear, he slowly crawled towards a single boulder, and rested his back against it. He was watching the rest of the group getting themselves re-situated.

"You guys did pretty good, I admit. I'm going to stay here, right next to this rock, and cover your asses. I highly advise you guys go before more show up."

As the last of those words rolled off from his tongue, Black covered himself with his duster, forming a makeshift camouflage cover to help hide himself against the boulder.

Amelia herself wasn't in a state of consciousness, her injuries were substantial. Her fingers were luckily not broken, but they were scraped up and would be hurting for a week or so. The blow to her body would leave her middle with a wonderful looking bruise, but she was lucky that no vital organs were injured to the point that her life was at immediate risk. She'd be pissing blood for a few days but that was to be expected from a blow like that. More immediate of a problem was the blood flowing down her thigh, a small shard of metal jammed deep into muscle tissue. It would take at least a few minutes of field surgery to remove and patch up, but Amelia was gong to be limping for a while afterwards either way. Fortune did offer her one little bit of luck, she wasn't conscious to feel the pain, instead she lay in the dirt where Lola had brought her.

Amelia's mind ran through dream space, delusions of greater things filled her thoughts as her dozen selves separated to their own worlds. Her mind thought over how she had arrived at this place and was aware of a sharp pain but couldn't remember. She proceeded to wander along as her dream slowly took her to imagined places.

When Xander woke, the pain was immense. The beast was still on him. The mutant was literally killing him from beyond the grave. "Fuck...me..." Xander said, he was in no shape to lift the beast off of him. He couldn't move his head and look to see where the others were. Xander inhaled and exhaled trying to control his breathing, the broken rips were not making it easy for it to breath. He realized that he couldn't breath in as much as the first breath, and then couldn't inhale as the one before it. The beast was slowing crushing his chest and making it so he couldn't breath. He felt around for his pistol and found it laying next to his leg. Xander shimmied his arm from underneath the beast and pulled the trigger so the noise would attract the others over here.

Xander heard the faint clicking noise of an empty chamber. He cursed in his mind and started screaming, then he noticed the screams were being muted by the beast on top of him. Xander couldn't believe that he was going to die, under a super mutant and with broken ribs, not the way he wanted to go. He started fighting it, he tried lifting the mutant off of him, that didn't work. He had already tried screaming and firing a shot. That's when he realize a night kin was on top of him. He could make the night kin use the stealth boy and only Xander be visible. It was a brilliant plan, Xander wondered why the hell he didn't think of it before.

Xander now knew why the hell he didn't think of it before, it wouldn't work. Xander couldn't reach the controls of the stealth boy while he was trapped under here. Not only that he would need to see the controls to make it work. He felt around the mutant and his fingers brushed up against something smooth and cold. Xander smiled at the thought of metal. He would strike his 10mm against the plate and the noise would draw their attention, that is if they can bloody hear it. Xander reached for his gun and started banging the hell out of the his gun against the plate. He could even hear it with being covered with the mutant. 'They need to get here fast, I'm running out of air here, and fast. Breathing is hard and getting harder every minute.' Xander thought as he continued to bang the metal.

Lifting herself up off the ground was difficult, nothing seemed to be broken, but every part of her body was sore. Her blond hair whipped around her head, sticky with blood. As she stood, she could feel sharp pains shooting through her back, That rock did some number to me... Looking around she thanked the divines that she and Amelia had landed somewhat out of view of the others, but she still gazed around with caution. They could be anywhere...

Amelia lay lifeless next to her, she looked pretty bad. Lola dragged her body and layed her up against a boulder, pulling a thin dark sheet from her bag, she draped it over Amelia to hide her body, then stood and peeked over the boulder. A banging sound caught her attention, like metal on metal... finding the sound she saw Xander, he was pressed against the ground, and she noticed the dust kicking up around him. That's too much to be caused simply by his movements... Grabbing a Bio-Gas canister she chucked it, and hopped over the rock. Where is it ? Where is it? she scrambled, then she saw what she was looking for, the displacement of smoke. She pulled her dagger from her sheath and ran up to them, sinking it into the invisible mass on top of Xander, she wasn't sure where she hit it...but she removed her blade and plunged into the resistance over and over again before being knocked back by something hard. The air rushed out of her lungs as she was thrown, landing on the ground a few feet away, tumbling and rolling until her body rested motionless. The pain was quite severe, Broken ribs.. she thought as she lifted her head just enough to look over to Xander. Her last thoughts before she slipped away were, Did I get it?.... How many of these fuckers are left..