<<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=meCGGetQu0w" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Duos's Pip-boy crackles to life with this now, which not only drives him crazy but makes him wonder... never even heard of this <i>music</i> before: Countdown - Jesper Kyd</a>><br/><br/>A mass of deathclaw converged on the fallen riders, their own twisted mounts rushing head long past their fallen riders and headed straight for a wider part of the canyon floor. This didn't stop a large group of 6 of them breaking off and charging up the incline out of the valley still pursuing the bound woman and her most recent captor.<br/><br/>They clawed and crawled up the incline with ease, much easier than it took Loretta to get up the side, closing a great deal of distance when finally getting up on top. They stopped and circled their prey, getting ready to strike.<br/><br/>The first mass of deathclaws made quick work of the fallen riders, torn their flesh apart, rend bone apart from muscle and brain matter from skull. As they spread the spoils of flesh between themselves, a few at the front had already sniffed new prey and let out a howl of blood lust and need.<br/><br/>The D-claws on top of the ridge heard this and stopped their circling of their prey in their tracks. They looked at the woman with the shotgun, the now unbound woman in the dirt, and looked back down to their monstrous brethren. Safety in packs was the only thing that they would even consider a "traditional" thought, more of an instinct that they just followed. For now, that instinct was to rejoin their pack and they turned and slid down the hill roughly galloping towards the rest of the mass of deathclaws, six becoming twelve or more, untold numbers possibly approaching the dust churned up from their advance, leaving Loretta and the Turncoat to ponder their strange twist of fate, surely avoiding some amount of chance of death. That is when Loretta saw them... a pack of three (or more?) humanoids standing in the middle of the valley, in the direct path of the oncoming deathclaws. Well, at least they weren't her problem anymore.<br/><br/>About that time is when Jynx heard that bone chilling roar again. Much closer than any approaching deathclaw that she hadn't engaged in already,  were the maddened horrific horses. In a wild galloping charge they came barreling through the front brambles that she was fighting and hiding behind, when she suddenly realized that unless she got lucky, she was about to be trampled by five of them while she struggled with with the first deathclaw she just ran through with her blades. Her frantic fight and ride with this one D-claw was enough to struggle with than to worry about getting run over by five monstrous horses. She hissed as they pounded the dirt only a few feet away.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>