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ok *positions him self and gets ready to shoot all of a sudden the deathclaws charges at me holy crap starts shooting at the deathclaws head Xenos hurry shoot it before i die!!!!!

omg i'll save u loads his pistol and starts to shoot it. die why wont u die. i know goes and gets Xenos gun time to die alein scum and with one shot it was over the beast lie there dead and to just make sure this time i shot it a couple more times and as we start to head back to the mess hall we stumbeled across 2 more deathclwas as we tried to walk past them they saw the dead one in my hand and they started attacking putting down the other deathclaw i quickly loaded my pistol but by the time i loaded my pistol it tuns out the one was noty dead just stunned and it rammed me from behind but as it does so it hurts it 's head on my armor and falls to the ground with a thud! as the other 2 closed in me and Xenos started to shoot at them luckily they were small and were not hard to kill but before we brought them back to the mess hall we cut off there heads so they would not come back to life and try to kill us again

man that was so dramatic o well come Xenos back to the mess hall

*Walking out of the Main Gate of The Brotherhood base, Ender walks into the hostile Wastelands, checking for the markers and path that keebon told him to follow, leading to where he was supposed to meet him at. Optimizing the view of his power armor helmet, he walks while scanning the horizon, switching it to heat mode as he draws near keebon's meeting place and picks up a heat signature. Quickly he strides towards the heat source to find keebon waiting for him in the deserted Wasteland.*

You told me to meet you here for some hunting?

*Whipping back his cape back, letting the wind blow it in the breeze, he unholsters his dual Desert Eagles and checks the clips, making sure their loaded and a round in each chamber before holstering them again. Then crouching down, he unslings his minigun, making sure the ammo is fed in correctly and gives the trigger a little press to whine up the barrel, it having a dual pull function that he customized, one pull to start the barrel spinning, the second to release the volley of shells, a good safety feature to prepare yourself for the shock. He slings the minigun over his back and unstraps his Pancor Jackhammer from his shoulder, checking to make sure it's loaded for action and proceeds to hold it in a assault position.*

I believe I'm ready when you are.

*Following keebon in the hunt, he notices the familiar sound and scent of a Deathclaw and notices keebon checking his weaponry, making sure it's loaded and shoulders his own weapon, the Pancor Jackhammer nestled perfectly against his shoulder, almost like the cold stock of the gun was innocent, when it could really let off .12 gauge shells, sending deadly slugs flying through an opponent. Noticing keebon yelling something about getting the freaks, his head instantly snaps to the direction where he heard the deathclaw or maybe it was two..? It was heavy thunds launching itself through the brush, revealing a massive bulk of muscle, flesh and claws, those deadly claws they was known for, enough to tear open a suit of power armor like a can opener and giving even the most experience veteran a run for his money in single combat with one. Nestling the gun up and taking aim, he rides the trigger until a loud resounding boom was heard and recoil slamming back against his armored shoulder, the slug spiraling towards the deathclaw and tearing into it's rough hide, embedding itself not even halfway through the monster, following his first round, he let off another and another, the action spitting out 12 gauge shells like a camel and all the time he keeps letting off rounds as the Deathclaw charged on, taking round after solid round of lead, without even slowing it down.*

*Taking a second to notice keebon opening fire on a second deathclaw until he dropped it, he takes his attention back to the first one, the one he was aiming for and pumping full of slugs with little effect, the tough hide on the Deathclaws offering excellent protection and natural defense. As the massive killing machine continued to launch itself at Ender, he hears the click of his gun as the last shell was dispensed and he quickly drops the gun, pulling out the closest weaponry close at hand, his twin Desert Eagles, he knows it won't do much, but it may cripple or injure it enough by the time it gets to him, he dual wields the pistols, opening fire, brass shells kicking out of the slide in a blur, until he empties the clip, most of the bullets finding their mark, but with the rounds being so small compared to the massive beast, it just did enough to make it more angry and drive it forward at a ever increasing pace until it was right on top of him. Ender ducks as the mass blurs by him and stops in a cloud of dirt, Ender launches himself up from the roll with Ripper in hand as the mighty Deathclaw takes a deadly swipe with it's claws, whistling by Ender's head, missing it by a inch and Ender rams the Ripper home deep inside of it's rib cage, it's little saw teeth grinding into it's thick flesh until it strikes bone and starts sending a bloody spray all over Ender's armor, the Deathclaw's mouth and fangs are so close to Ender's face that he felt like he could almost smell the rancid breath through his helmet, the Deathclaw lunges off of the Ripper and swipes Ender across the top of his shoulder, peeling the armor back and shredding the muscle tissue of Ender's shoulder, the Deathclaw hungry for blood now that the blood is drawn and Ender rolls off to the side, while in mid roll, he slashes at one of the tendons in the Deathclaw's leg with the Ripper, making it let out a roar of pain and Ender comes up behind it before it could turn and sinks the Ripper deep into it's neck, feeling it cut through thick veins and spraying more gore all over the landscape, Ender leaps onto the back of the beast, wrapping his arm around it's neck and continues to saw into it's flesh with the Ripper, it slinging Ender around violently like a rag doll before it starts to slow down and finally slump to it's knees. Ender falls off, weary with the blood loss and loads a fresh clip into one of his pistols and takes aim at the Deathclaw's head, watching it's last breath seep out of it's body and shoots a round into it's thick cranium, sending brains onto the desolate dirt of the wasteland.*

It's finished.

*Favoring his shoulder, he tries to stand as erect as he can, meanwhile loading fresh ammunition into his other pistol and loading more shotgun cartridges into the Pancor Jackhammer, slinging it back over his back.*

I'd say let's drag these back to the Mess Hall.