Why did shit keep dying? Jynx couldn't help but grumble as yet another deathclaw that hadn't been killed by her ended up dead. She threw her hands up in frustration for a moment but then sighed, and shrugged. There were plenty more to kill, the way she saw it. She was still winning.<br/><br/>Jynx - Like nine or some shit<br/><br/>Invisible Jack the Ripper - More like three or four<br/><br/>The horses didn't TECHNICALLY count since they had gone down like bitches, but... the count would have been a lot closer if she didn't count them. It was better to be ahead.<br/><br/>If you aren't ahead, you're behind....<br/><br/>Her random train of thought was interrupted when another of the deathclaws came roaring towards her, its arms extended. That moment that she lost her concentration had not been good to her.<br/><br/>Because deathclaws, even young ones, hit hard.<br/><br/>The pink-haired lunatic went flying backward, four deep slashes across her chest and shoulder ripping her armor and drawing a serious amount of blood. She coughed as she tried to sit up, looking the devil in the face as it were. The deathclaw was coming to finish her.<br/><br/>Bad cough. Blood in it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>