After talking with the father and son duo for a little longer, Goris and I decided that it would be for the best to contact the nearest NCR camp and have them call the Mojave Outpost so that I could properly explain to Major Knight what just happened to me.
Gruthar, Goris's father wasn't all too keen on letting his son follow me out of their home, but considering that the whole incident happened because of his granddaughter, he reluctantly agreed, making the younger deathclaw happy that he could finally leave and explore the desert. Once he got the green light from his father, Goris quickly rummaged through one of the boxes before pulling out a long robe, big enough to cover his entire body, leaving just enough space on his face so that he could see. I have to say that if one doesn't exactly take out the robe, Goris could simply pass by as a tall and bulky human.
As soon as he put his robe on him, Goris nodded at me and both of us left the quarry, heading out around the NCR camp just in case those fools might shoot at us, thinking that we are deathclaws coming to attack them. Thanks to Goris, no coyote or mutated creature dared to even come anywhere near us and because of that we quickly pass by most of those groups, but if one problem wasn't enough, we stumble across a bandit camp and if those clothes are theirs and not stolen from their victims, then these eleven raiders were somewhat related with the Legion. Even though most of them wear the distinct armor of the legion, two of them were wearing some makeshift gear coming from both the Legion as well as the NCR.
Luckily for us, those idiots didn't put anyone on watch duty, leaving them completely exposed to anyone, giving the attacker an easy time to sneak close to them and get rid of them before they could even realize that they are under attack.
"How should we tackle this?"
"Well, while I'm all for peace, I can handle more than half of those idiots in melee, but no matter how strong I am, there's no way to fight all of them alone. Frankly, I don't know anything about your skills, Dante, but I'm willing to risk everything if you are one hundred percent sure that you could cover my back while I keep those raiders busy."
I wouldn't have thought that Goris would put his trust in me in such a situation, at least not so soon after we left his home. Moreover, he was gambling everything on me, if he were to be killed here, then his family might never find out the truth or be warned of a potential attack from whichever side those raiders belonged. When he saw me nodding at him, he walk forward, mimicking an old man walking. By the time, the raiders notice his figure walking towards them, Goris was just a few meters behind them. Half of the raiders draw their swords, but seeing how frail the figure looks, they smiled at him, thinking that they had found easy prey. One of the younger ones walks in front of Goris, forcing him to stop.
"What do you think you are doing old man? Don't you see where you walk into?"
"Me? I'm going to my daughter…" Goris responded back in a fearful voice as if he was scared of the raiders that blocked his path. "… Please do let this old man pass by. I don't have anything valuable on me."
"Heh, looks like luck on your side old man. We will help you get to your daughter, right boys?"
"Oh, thank you then, young man." Just as the young legionnaire was about to grab Goris, a huge claw emerge from under the robe. Before the youngster could react, Goris's claw cleaves right through his neck separating his head from the rest of his body. The other legionnaires couldn't believe their eyes, and yet there it stood in front of them a talking deathclaw. Sadly for those idiots, Goris didn't want to give them any time to defend themselves and before any of them could break from their shock, his right claw cut right through the closest legionnaires, cutting them in two.
Just as one of the legionnaires was about to cleave Goris's back, a bullet found itself in the head of the legionnaire, killing him for good. Once the legionnaires realized that they were in deep shit, they attack Goris fanatically hoping that Caesar would help them take down the beast. What happened next could only be described as a massacre, since none of the legionnaires even managed to touch Goris, not even once.
When the last legionnaire hit the ground, I decided that it was enough for me to rejoin Goris. As soon I reach him, I saw him putting the bodies in a pile leaving them to be taken care of by the wildlife.
"I feel like you didn't even need my help."
"Don't fret yourself, you did more than enough taking out the raider that tried to attack my back, besides those weren't a threat anymore once they froze in fear."
"No, Goris, you are the one who is underestimating himself, after all, you, the deathclaws are one of the most dangerous living beings inhabiting the wasteland. Not many people face one of yours and live to tell the tale."
"That might be true, Dante, but my family and all of the people that belong to our pack, have always chosen to avoid humans as much as we could. We have our reasons for that, but what I can tell you now is that your people don't exactly like my feral kind, and I'm pretty sure that they won't like a smarter kind. However, for some reason, I can't feel you lying, which means that you are either one of the best liars in the entire world or you are telling the truth. Anyways, while I do not know how a mercenary would proceed after an attack, I'm pretty sure you might want to take all of their weapons and sell or even use them, right?"
"Well, neither one of my people uses machetes, but we can always sell them to the NCR to be smelted and then repurposed into something else. Though if I were to take all of them, I won't be able to carry all of them at once."
"Don't worry about that."
I thanked Goris before gathering all of the machetes in a pile. After Goris and I made a makeshift bag out of the clothes of the dead legionnaires, we put the machetes in it and left the area, walking towards the mining outpost.
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