For his many faults, Victors worst one was when he took his first steps into the city. The wide streets seeming to echo at even the expert sneak of his boots, the sound casting a skin crackeling and spine tingling eariness to him. He was to turn a corner when a wave of danger seemed to erupt in his senses, so he drew his .44 for another time that day. Checking and manually loading his one missing shot which was buried in that raider from earlier. He slipped the corner and with facinating agility scoped out the area for danger.  Large bodies of Super Mutants layerd the street with calculated targetting along with other bloody patches... but no bodies.<br/><br/>Crouching near one, he studied the corpse with intrest. Hand investigating the wounded flesh, and what he found slightly disturbed him. Fingers held up the remnents of ashen skin... while other areas on the body also seemed disintigrated slightly. The final shot to the head he assumed was ballistics since there was no ashen skin. "High level priority on using energy weapons... possibly a branch of the brotherhood of steel... though I highly doubt it is the same branch as from the mohavi" his voice in hushed tones. Slowly his eyes followed a trail of blood going into the building behind him, slowly shifting to a standing position. Victor walked up to the structure... and he put his head close to the wall.<br/><br/>Even with his helmet on sounds of heavy breathing could be heard. His eyes widening under his visor the Rangers thumb loaded his revolver slowly, then the click of a bullet ready to fire and the sounds of not heavy breathing; but of a large creature ripping through a not so solid wall. No time to do anything but brace himself as a ramming Super Mutant collided into him. Time slowing down as the wind was knocked out of him and he was sent sprawling through the air. If you had binoculars you could see the dust get knocked off his shoulders while he went a meter away from where he was standing and right into a car. Rolling over the hood and falling on his back.<br/><br/>He felt like he was high off chems or heavily intoxicated as he tried looking around. Vision upsided down and bleary as he realized the Super Mutant had him picked up into the air against a wall by his neck. His right arm which held his revolver was being slammed repeatedly to its concrete like surface and being crushed by the Super Mutants actual hand at the same time as victor apparently still gripped his fire arm, how? his joints probably locked up in shock or something. Victors lungs screamed for air and out of pure incoharent survival instinct he ripped his combat knife from his belt and stabbed the thing in the eye not once, but four times before its brain shut down and it fell back.<br/><br/>Victor fell as well and ripped his helmet off. Left hand clasping his neck as he took some much needed breaths. His right hand braced at the fingers and set at an awkward angle. Most of his vision black as he fed his brain and his lungs much needed oxygen. Almost passing out with the effort... but not quite yet.