A spray of blood and chips of bone fragment covered the face of Loki as his power-fist made another mutant's skull explode. It was just a scout, trying to find a gap in the defenses at the radio tower. Taking out a rag he wiped himself clean and shoved it back into his back pocket under his blood red robe. "May the land be cleansed." He whispered while searching the corpse for any useful ammo or meds. He managed to find a couple stim packs and something else that was odd. "Pins? the hell do muties need these for?" He sighed and pocked em into one of his belt sacks. "Whatever, useful for me tho..." He looked back up to the radio tower and sighed. "Time to tell those metal boys I'm heading off for a bit, guard duty isn't my thing..." Loki often spoke to himself outloud... a habit he had gotten into being a lone wastelander.<br/><br/>Loki peeked over the slab of concrete he was using as cover and watched as the trio of raiders walked out of his line of sight. He pulled his scoped magnum from his belt and used the scope to peer around the ruins before he headed off, dashing quickly to a wall. Back to the wall he crept along peering around the corner and once again using the scope to check for ambush points. With the area clear he crept across the corner and into a blood-soaked street... bodies of muties scattered every which way. "Looks like someone took care of this place for me. seems to be the work of some metal boys." His personal term for any knights or paladins.<br/><br/>"May the land be cleansed." He whispered as he stepped over the corpses and shoved the magnum into it's holster.