It was in that moment, things began to get lively. A man running down he street stepped on the cub, Raymond was surprised that man kept both his legs and lived to run off into the rest of the city. With the man screaming like that, Raymond knew one thing was for sure. He wasn't going to survive the hour. The creature scurried out, into sight, it was at that moment Raymond confirmed, deathclaw cub. His gun aimed for it, nearly on instinct. He could probably make the shot, but he wasn't a sharpshooter, that wasn't for sure. The probably aspect was one thing on his own, he could miss, and it'd be a bullet wasted. But even if he was a sure-shot, he certainly wasn't using a quiet gun either. A bullet from this would echo a lot louder than most of the lasers in use. Then Raymond wouldn't be much more than the screaming man. Except Raymond had wits, as did whoever this ranger was.<br/><br/>It was then that a woman made herself visible to them. Raymond's head turned, as did the barrel of his revolver. She must have had wits too, because she didn't say a word. She only suggested that they remain quiet. Raymond considered their options. They could fight, Raymond wasn't the worst fighter, he'd do whatever he had to in order to survive. He couldn't speak for the woman, but for all he knew she could be an excellent fighter. The ranger though, in order to gain his "black armor" he had to be recognized for worthy feats. With that rifle, it didn't look like it would be tough to fracture a deathclaw skull. Still. In numbers, and with the mother, it still didn't seem hopeful. A deathclaw was faster and stronger than humans were, by generally a pretty long shot.<br/><br/>They could hide, but Raymond didn't entertain that thought much. Other deathclaws would be there soon, so would whatever other predators that heard that noise. And he didn't want to risk being sniffed out, or worse, heard. Their best option, in Raymond's mind, was to run, while they at least still had a chance. Raymond didn't want to head towards the commotion of the intense laser fire, or in the direction the man went running. There was the direction of the cub, but Raymond didn't want to risk his leg. That left one place to go, Raymond just whispered in a firm voice. "C'mon." He began going in that direction, he'd probably need the ranger to survive this. But he wasn't about to beg either one of them or shun either one of them. He just began running in that direction.