Now, Cyprus has stared down the barrels of guns countless times in the past, but this was<span style="font-style: italic">different</span>. This thing had six barrels and they were<span style="font-style: italic">spinning</span>! They were the harbingers of destruction and death, and Cyprus came to realize this all too quickly. But, something had stirred inside him, it was pent up rage. Rage from seeing those two ugly savages gun down most of the patrol, leaving dismembered limbs and blood in their wake and rage from realizing that if these things got past them, the other knights holed up in Grand Central Station would have to feel the brunt of a full-on Super Mutant attack. So, Cyprus had to think fast, before this thing killed him and killed all the others too.<br/><br/>He got up from behind the car he was taking cover against and began firing wildly in the direction of the Super Mutant, hoping to stop it from coming any closer. The Brute took a good number of hits to the face and arms before returning fire in Cyprus, who eventually ducked once he saw the lead flying in his direction. Checking to see how many energy cells he had left, he realized that twenty wasn't enough to bring down the one that was shooting at him, much less the two of them. But, he kept firing anyway in the hopes that he somehow manages to kill it. But it proved fruitless as shot after shot impacted the Brute and it remained standing, almost as if it got stronger by the blasts. Not long after this barrage did Cyprus hear the unmistakable<span style="font-style: italic">click</span>from his laser rifle, and it was at that time his stomach dropped to the floor as all hope seeped out of him. So, he hid behind the car and tossed the laser rifle to one side, hoping that somehow, somewhere, that someone saves him from death.<br/><br/>Just then, a gun's crackle his heard a good distance away from his position. Then, a loud, blood-curdling shriek and finally a thud. Another crackle his heard, then a yelp, then another shot and another thud. Confused and scared, Cyprus gazed over the wreckage and saw the lifeless bodies of the two Brutes that were slaughtering his patrol not too long ago.<br/><br/>Running out into the open, Cyprus makes mental notes of his surrounding: seven dead, five wounded, six (including him) remained standing. His gaze is then directed on the source of the sniper fire, and his eyes were greeted with the sight of light reflecting off of something metallic, a gun, no doubt. He waved his arms to the sniper to let them know that they were still alive and it was not long before they came, took those who survived back to base (for some hot Radroach meat) and burned the bodies of the dead; their ashes stored in jars and kept within the Station.<br/><br/>Cyprus then retired to his bed, trying to forget what had transpired earlier. It was his custom to sleep after every battle, so he could forget and keep his mind clear of the distractions of war, but everyone knew that it affected him, because even the toughest of knights are still human, even if they are covered head to toe in steel plundered from the ashes of war.