Now armed with my new primary melee weapon, I sprinted forth toward the group of deathclaws, ready to put my weapon through a real trial. Because of my inhuman speed, it didn't take me long at all to begin nearing them, but when I reached around 100-meters away from them, one of the five deathclaws noticed me rapidly approaching them.
The instant it did, it released a guttural roar from its throat, drawing the attention of its fellow deathclaws. Seconds after it produced that noise, its pack mates seemed to have been informed of my presence, thus they collectively turned in my direction, locking their predatory gazes on my figure that was mere moments away from reaching them.
A split second later, I arrived in front of the pack of deathclaws, immediately revving the chainsword in my hands, and making a wide cleaving swing with the massive six-foot sword at the nearest deathclaw's midsection. My heavy slab of a sword whooshed through the air and before long, the durable serrated teeth of my chainsword met the hide of the deathclaw. The many teeth immediately started going to town, ripping through its hard scaley hide, encountering no resistance on its path to meeting the mutated reptile's comparatively soft tender flesh underneath its tough exterior.
Entering my first victim's flesh, my massive weapon tore its way on through to the internals of the poor thing, causing massive damage along the way. And as soon as the many serrated teeth on my sword were done sawing through the Deathclaws organs, they proceeded on their destructive path of destruction. Bisecting the creature and sending blood splattering and pieces of its internal organs flying through the air as if I was sawing through a locust in gear of war with a lancer.
Just like a hot knife through butter... This brutality reminds me of days of playing gears of war on the Xbox 360 and sawing locusts in half with the lancer. Ahh, those were the days, man. It's really too bad I'll never again have the opportunity of ever playing that series, let alone any of the cult classics from my original world.
Whilst that thought was passing through my mind in a fraction of a second midway through my fight, I raised the flat side of my sword and blocked the elongated claws of one of the deathclaws. As I was about to move on to my next action, which was to push back and decapitate it, I had an idea come to mind. One that will let me get some more use out of them before I send the four of them on their way.
It probably wouldn't be too bad of an idea to use these four for a bit of training... That really doesn't sound like such a bad idea. I'm already putting my new melee weapon through trials, so might as well turn this into a bit of training sesh as well. I might even be able to net myself a few skill points and maybe even raise one of my S.P.E.C.I.A.L.s in the process, so why not.
Knowing that my sword will have little issue dealing with their defenses, I decided to use the four deathclaws in front of me for a bit as my training partners.
*Clash... Clash... Swoosh...*
Ten minutes quickly elapsed when I decided I had kept my group waiting long enough, thus revved my chainsword again at 30,000 revolutions per minute and sliced through the chest of one of the surrounding deathclaws. From there, I moved on to the next one and decapitated it, causing it to spew blood all over the place as if it was a fountain. With only two remaining now, I made a wide slash at the closest one, disemboweling it and leaving the mutated lizard on death's door.
Even though it wasn't dead just yet, it wasn't in any condition to fight, let alone do anything to me, so I moved on to the remaining predator. With only a single deathclaw left standing and not even the smallest of chances of it winning this fight, I took the liberty to swap weapons and shoved the tip of my massive chainsword into the barren wasteland soil. I then proceeded to unsheathe my Commando Knife from my waist and take it into my right hand. However, before I could unsheathe my other Commando Knife from my left calf, I dodged back just enough to get out of range of the last deathclaw's wild swings.
Seeing the deathclaw miss its last chance to do any damage to me, I forewent unsheathing my other Commando Knife and engaged it by ramming into it with the spiked right shoulder of my power armor, putting several nice sized holes into the Deathclaws hide that bled seconds later. Drawing blood and putting the reptile off balance for a second, I quickly moved in on the opportunity I made for myself with my knife in hand. Bringing it close, I raised up and slashed down on its right hand, nearly severing it because of my absurd strength.
From that slash, I rammed into the large reptilian again with my spiked shoulder and brought it to the ground this time. Now that I had it on the ground in a compromising position where it could put up very little defense, I went in for the kill and climbed on top of the beast. I then brought my large knife that was basically a short sword near the deathclaw turned training dummy and stabbed my knife from underneath its chin. As soon as my knife breached its hide, it slid right into the deathclaw's head, penetrating its brain and ending its life then and there.
Finished with that poor bastard, I checked the other ones to see if they were still kicking and the second to last one was still alive, though barely. So not wanting to prolong its suffering and to collect a bit of xp, I walked over to primary melee weapon, pulled Severance from the dirt and made my way toward the last surviving deathclaw and ended its suffering by severing its head from the rest of its body.
Although that was a nice, enjoyable little training session, it's about time I've rejoined my group and gotten a move on.
Having had my fun with the pack of now deceased deathclaws, I returned to my convoy. And as I was going around to the rear to swap my gear back to what I was using previously out of the view of the ghoul brothers; I saw the three of them wearing rather comical expressions upon their rotten faces with their mouths just about hanging open.
Amused, I spent the following several seconds swapping back to my main ranged ballistic loadout. Throwing the ammo backpack on, I got a good grasp on Mulcher and walked back to the front of the convoy.
"Did you have fun?" Amata asked the moment I arrived.
"I did. I'll have to see about capturing and training a few of them to use as sparring partners when we get food production up and running at our new home."
"That's good. I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself, so where to now?" She responded, still radiating positive energy due to the previous events.
"We're going to continue traveling west on the road until we get to the three-way intersection and once there, we're going to take a left and head south for a while."
With Amata's question answered, I re-enabled my presence hiding stealth field before my group and I made our way forward to the next bit. The instant we arrived at the three-way intersection, we made a left turn and continued southbound. We traveled along for some time on that road till we encountered a group of 3 Albino Radscorpions which I had my robots quickly dispatch. And when they were done reducing their carapaces to ash, my group and I kept journeying south.
Shortly thereafter, we arrived at the next three-way intersection, so I had everyone pause for a second while I scanned the area. Not spotting anything, I continued leading the way forward, now taking a right turn that would then curve to the south.
We followed the road for a number of minutes and eventually made it to the four-way intersection that leads to the former RobCo Facility. So we continued moving and, upon beginning to enter the large crossroad, I simultaneously scanned the surrounding area for any hostiles. After doing that for a few seconds, I spotted a band of raiders a decent distance out about 1,300 meters approaching from the west, most likely coming from the Evergreen Mills.
"Alright, guys, we have a group of 18 raiders off to the west. Take care of them and bring back the loot they're carrying if it has any value." I ordered my robots.
*Roger-* My more combat-oriented robots responded before they set off to rid the wasteland of another vile group of bandits.
"Amata, make sure you watch the fight so you can get used to seeing blood, gore, and the death of humans."
"I'll try, but it may take me a while to get used to seeing people getting killed, let alone killing them myself." She responded in a not so enthused sounding voice.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better raiders commit all sorts of atrocities on a regular basis that include but are not limited to killing wastelanders just trying to survive out here for their resources or just because they can, the rape of men, women, and children, the torture of men, women, and children, and the enslavement of them." I informed her, trying to make it somewhat easier for her by giving her a valid reason to rid the world of them.
"Now that you've told me that, I actually don't feel as bad for them now." She replied shortly after what I had told her.
"Good, I'm sure once you encounter and see the atrocities they commit frequently for yourself, any reservation you had about killing them will disappear into thin air." I responded, receiving a slight nod from her power armor-covered head before she then lifted the AER 29 LMG I handed her back at the vault and looked through its scope.
A large amount of laser and ballistic weapon fire later, my robots marched and rolled back over with some halfway decent loot in tow.
| Loot |
Aid: 10 Syringes of Med-x, 7 Psycho, 3 Bags of Radaway, 27 Stimpaks
Ammo: 273 10mm Rounds, 90 12 Gauge Shotgun Shells, 1,143 5.56 Rounds, 299 Units of Flamer Fuel
Magazines: 6 Combat Shotgun Drum Magazines, 8 30 Round CSG10 Submachine Gun Magazines, 2 100 round Light Machine Gun Box Magazines, 25 30 Round R91 Assault Rifle Magazines, 10 30 Round Type 93 Chinese Assault Rifle Magazines
Weapons: 3 Combat Shotguns, 2 CSG10 Submachine Guns, 1 Flamer, 1 Light Machine Gun, 8 R91 Assault Rifles, 3 Type 93 Chinese Assault Rifles
The second my robots returned from taking care of that group of raiders, we got the loot organized, loaded up, and continued on our way southbound, crossing the intersection.
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