Jynx was a whirlwind. She bounced around the "battlefield" like a ninja, like Chun-Li, like frikkin' Yoda, jumping from spot to spot and sinking those blades into anything that came near her. Fortuntely, plenty of things did.<br/><br/>With her techniques for piercing the skins of even the toughest beasts, she was doing well for herself. Hides that could deflect bullets were getting sliced like strips of cotton by the wasteland maniac's claws, driving those mantis gauntlets into skulls and hearts.<br/><br/>She stopped for a moment, looking... perplexed, when one of those "horses" suddenly burst right next to her. She was sure she hadn't killed that one... but no matter. Maybe she simply was that good.<br/><br/>With the horses down, Jynx let out a rabid shriek of maniacal glee, a small trickle of froth escaping the corner of her mouth as she made a bee-line to the nearest deathclaw. She was covered in bruises and cuts, and some of the bone on her shoulder was showing from a particularly nasty rake from one of the mutant horse's bladelike hooves. She'd take care of it later.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>