Alright then. Winston was free to do what he did best; kill scumbags.

He made his way down to ground level, somehow, and strode out into the open. "Fuckin' radstorms," he declared, bringing all raider eyes on him. As expected. "Man can't get nowhere!"

"Yo who'sis?" the nearest raider drawled, tweaked out of her mind and acting itchy.

"Dumbass better recognize, bitch," Winston growled. He was out of his element, but he made it a point of pride never to attack first when dealing with sentients. Monsters and ferals were different, of course.

"Hey fuck you, man, you look like a fuckin' mutie!" another Raider shouted. "Yo! Yo dead this fool!" and he opened fire with his pipe pistol, running up to Winston at the same time.

The giant just rolled his eyes, let the bullets ping off his armor, and seized the idiot by his neck as soon as he was in range. "Dumbass ain't recognizin'," he growled, strangling the man in mid-air, giving the others a contemptuous glare. "Fuckers!"

Nellis looked to the elderly couple for direction, but did not switch to melee when they did; he could not just produce a knife out of his ass, and he certainly was not strong enough to wield one effectively. He would have to linger in the background, then, simply providing aid when he could—he would have been better off getting into a firefight with Winston, who he was now worried about.

When the gunfire broke out, Nellis flinched. He had never been in such a tight spot for a fight, and while the Mojave was a vicious and unforgiving world, he had never purposely entangled himself so deeply in drama before. “You are very handsome Cassius,” he said quietly to them, “and you’re pretty, Gladys.” That would do as parting words, should the end be fast on their heels.

Here we go again, he thought, gonna die a virgin.

Oh, this was fun! Raiders never learned, if guns didn't work at first they had to rush in and try their fists or their melee weapons or whatever, and that worked even less in their favor.

The swiftly-expiring thug in his hand was put to use as a meat shield, possibly the most useful purpose his shitty life had ever been put to. Thus protected, Winston slowly trudged forward, discarding the body when it was no good to him anymore. "No respect!" he roared, bringing his shotgun up and firing at the raiders.

There was a group on a platform that seemed to have some minimal tactical sense, and Winston brought his arm up to block his face from being shot out. Fortunately his friends were swift to take care of it, and he trudged over to stamp out the one who had fallen and make sure he was dead.

Glancing around, he tried to listen to the volleys of gunfire, decide if any of them had any shotguns; if he could liberate a few shells for his own use...

OOC welcome to the end game, kiddos. Also sneaking this in before Shepherd posts.

Rules for fight - Denman has a maximum 20HP / roll chance for hit is a guaranteed hit at 7 or higher, 1-10 roll parameter / each roll for damage is limited to 1-5. Roll for both in your post, players read carefully as a 5 damage hit may have been a miss anyway. Please NPC Denman yourselves, however if you have underpowered him or put him at great disadvantage, the Lore Master will return and even the odds.

Obtainable loot
Raider power armour
- Missing left leg
- missing helmet
- low energy fusion core, needs to be replaced

*Denman's Rifle
- long range weapon
- +2 to luck, lowers parameters for chance of hit

400 caps
100 to each player character.

Killing Denman will cause the lesser raiders to scatter.

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The gruff, hulking figure appears on the first level to square off with the equally monstrous Winston. While Denman, outfitted in his raider power armour, and with a close to lethal (for regular joes, anywho) dose of psycho thinks there might be more ... his first objective is murdering this big sucker.

As the fight drew out Cassius felt less confident about their luck. Gladys was glancing around a the any entrances where at any moment bandit reinforcements might pour out in droves. The longer this went on, the slimmer the chance they'd get Ronnie back or even survive for that matter. The hulking armored figure lumbered into view and the pacified raider in his grip immediately began to struggle free. This must be their scum leader. With one smooth motion he drew the blade across the man's throat with his left hand and snatched the pipe rifle from his grip with his right, propping the end on the balcony railing for support and firing three times down at the unprotected head of the raider leader.


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Gladys had just started feeling optimistic about their chances of finding Cassius’ associate when a much larger, well-equipped raider burst through a door on the first floor. He was wearing a set of power armor, and despite its less-than-stellar condition, it would still offer him good protection.

Winston was the first one to land a hit on the raider, but the buckshot only served to damage his armor. Still, it would be helpful in the long run. From her position on the balcony, Gladys knew she would likely miss the target, and even if she did hit him, her pistol would do very little damage.

Quickly, she scanned the floor below, noting a bookshelf that she could jump onto, from which she could then drop down to the ground near Winston. Gladys made a running jump, leaping successfully onto the bookstand, and it teetered under her weight but remained upright. She dropped down to Winston, who was otherwise occupied by the raider, and she slung the bat over her shoulder.

Gladys grabbed her pistol and aimed for the raider's head, firing two shots in rapid succession. She was in his space now, and more vulnerable to his attacks than when she was on the balcony with Cassius and Nellis.

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