Jynx grinned tiredly. Her face was still pale with blood loss and every time she moved she winced from the pain in her bones, in her flesh. Her eyes settled on the dead deathclaw and her grin rose to a giggle, then to a full-out roar of maniacal laughter. Still held by Becca, she burst out into hysterical cackling, the mirth mixed with sobs of agony, her being very (VERY) aware of her broken ribs and the general damage done to her person.<br/><br/>She was a bit disappointed that she hadn't delivered the death blow... but she was confident that her attack had done the most damage. It must have. Guns never did as much damage as Jynx could do with her bare hands. She was a force of deathclaw-killing destruction, matched by none!<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Hehehe... ahahahahaha.... AHAHAHAhahahahHAHAHAHA!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>