Darion watched for a long moment as the insane woman danced through the ranks of the young deathclaws, those blades on her arms seeming to be very effective against the thick hide of the beasts.  Watching from the scope of his rifle all Darion felt was confusion.  What the hell were they doing just standing there?  They needed to get out of there that instant.  He would have figured the cloaked man and the non-crazy woman would be smart enough to run.<br/><br/>While Loretta and the bounty were arguing amongst themselves, Darion rotated around and began taking aim at the backs of the heads of the deathclaws charging at the crazy and the others.  After reloading his second clip, he began opening fire again.  Each round was as accurate as the human could make them at this distance, always at least hitting the target or at least always hitting the living moving body.  It also made certain he was only half paying attention to the women who were approaching his position.<br/><br/>At being introduced as the roomy of the bounty head, Darion took his open hand off and waved it at the pair.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“howdy ladies, welcome back.  Glad to see your already at each others throats.”</span>he said, though was paying enough attention to grin at emma's threat.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Wouldn't dream of toughing you... though it would interesting to see you try to kill me.”</span>he said, looking up from his scope to glance at her, and take note of the blatant burn scars.  The quick look also gave her a good look at his face, and the half a week worth of facial hair that was growing there to cover the half-handsome features of the soldier.  The grin was still there too  The muscle of his toned body hidden by his ranger's armor.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“if you actually want attention from me, change your hair style, mohawks aren't very fetching on women.”</span>though maybe he wasn't one to talk, he looked like he kept his hair shaved in a military style,<a class="externalLink" href="http://0.tqn.com/d/menshair/1/0/z/E/-/-/medium-skin-fade-front.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">with hair only half an inch in length currently.</a><br/><br/>The glance ended when he looked back down through his scope at the deathclaws and put a round into one of the deathclaws that the crazy woman was rounding on to go after.  He denied her that kill before continuing to talk, not at all keeping up with the conversation between Emma and Loretta.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“what did you do?  Probably everything that you were in the prison for... though that doesn't matter much now... and I don't care much for whatever you did to the powder gangers... I've probably pissed them off to no end myself.  I wouldn't have even bothered with your bounty, babe, if I hadn't been told you had information about a certain event that I want.”</span>he said before the rifle kicked against his shoulder again, him emptying another magazine into the death claws.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Though the interrogation can wait until after this group of idiots get their buts out of fire... they ain't running from the deathclaws, or trying to escape.”</span>he said before cursing as the next mag slid home, his fourth mag loaded.<br/><br/>Watching the group of people, he got the feeling the beautiful woman amongst them was seemed to be frozen in fear at the event.  It gave him the immediate thought that she shouldn't be out here, seeming too innocent for this all, or being out here in the wastes.  Watching her gave him the desire to protect them, or mostly her.  And he hoped that desire didn't end with her dead like it always seemed to when he wanted to protect someone.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“f'ing hell... I've only seen her through the scope... why do I want to protect her so much...”</span>and the rifle fires again, catching a death claw heading for Becca, and having gotten around Jynx to go for the easy prey.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Like I'd let you make it that easy bastards...”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>