((Oy. I'm going to be doing a lot in this post. Hope it's not too incredible.))<br/><br/>When the man kicked that horse into high gear, Loretta tried to follow him so as to keep him in her sights. Jesus Christ, could that horse go fast...!<br/><br/>Hearing a faint rumble behind her, Loretta turned around and saw that she was not necessarily the reason for such a hasty retreat. Her arms flopped down for just a moment at the absurdity of it all, but she immediately began running as fast as she could. "<span style="color: purple">Well, fuck me,</span>" she mumbled to herself.<br/><br/>Now, she had two choices. One, she could just retreat all on her own and mostly guarantee her survival, or she could chance it and still go after the raider. She cursed herself inside, since her conscience prevented her from just leaving the bound one to die helplessly, and so she continued to run. Making a lower shot at the horse's thigh, she caught up quite fast with the now crippled horse, and made a bit of a blinder one at the Ridger who'd fallen. Whether or not she killed him was of little matter, as he'd be dead soon enough anyway. Her gun went swiftly over her shoulder, and, hefting the bound woman over her other shoulder, made a desperate attempt to climb up the ridge. It was ridiculously difficult, but at least she would end up being less a subject of worry for the deathclaws when they were to reach the area. Her scrambling only got her about halfway up the ridge by the time the deathclaws arrived. As she continued to climb, the only thing that Loretta could be thankful for was that she actually got ass far as she did, and that the adrenaline was still pumping like crazy by the time she reached the top.<br/><br/>She set the tied up woman on the ground and undid the gag. "<span style="color: purple">Talk right now, and off goes a kneecap,</span>" she said, heavy breathing slightly obstructing her already gravelly, ghoulish voice. She looked down and made eye contact; though she was quite tired, her expression showed a touch of bitterness and gave a feeling that, right now, she was not one to mess with.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>