Becca's fear had finally calmed somewhat as she watched Jynx tear through the mutated horses and several Deathclaws. Her odd companion was quite good at covering the little dervish from anything that seemed about to find an opening. Her hands had stopped shaking so much and she set the other clip down so it would be there when he needed it. She was so intent on watching the pink-haired girl spring about laying waste to anything in reach that she had not seen the deathclaw make its way around her and come loping along the ground toward her. The muzzle flash from across the canyon caught her eye, and her head jerked to the left. Her eyes widened in silent terror as the saw the creature just as the bullet tore through its head and it collapsed in a heap only feet from her. She made a note to thank whoever that was for saving her from being horribly torn limb from limb. Though the more pressing note to not throw up kind of took precedence.<br/><br/>So much was going on that it was hard for her to follow. She saw Jynx round on yet another deathclaw only to catch another brief muzzle flash and the thing dropped. If she had not almost just died she would have laughed when she saw Jynx throw up her hands in frustration. The mirth was short lived because she saw what Jynx clearly did not, at least not in time. The deathclaw caught her with enough force to lift her off of her feet. They were not far away and Becca could already see the blood, and there was lots of it. She was just about to start running for her pack and the medical supplies within when her gun was thrust into her hands and the mystery man was already running toward their fallen friend. Her hands shook while she tried to fumble the second clip into the gun. Once it had clicked into place, she lay down bracing herself and aiming through the scope. She cursed, her hands were still shaking and she forced herself to breathe, to calm herself so she could make the few bullets she had count. The scope flicked to where Jynx lay and she saw the mystery man slash into the deathclaw that was about to finish the pink-haired girl off.<br/><br/>She watched it topple and watched him start dragging Jynx back toward her position. She began to panic when she saw the Deathclaw her had taken down start to crawl after them. Even grievously wounded these bastards would not give up.<span style="color: indigo"> "Come on, hurry up." </span>she mumbled, wanting them to get away from the deathclaw. They were not going to make it, she realized and when the creature reared up on its one good leg, roaring in imminent victory, Becca took her shot. The bullet went right down the creature's throat, tearing through the soft tissues there and the roar cut off. The deathclaw stumbled back and collapsed, still kicking weakly at the ground. Rebecca found herself saddened but after seeing what it had done to Jynx, the feeling faded. She ran the short distance to them, grabbing her pack on the way. Once she got to them, she tossed the gun back to him and fished out another two clips, handing them to him.<span style="color: indigo">"Cover me while I patch her up."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Hold still, you're not really in a position to fight for a moment." </span>She grabbed a stimpack and jammed it into Jynx's arm. She grabbed a roll of (mostly) clean gauze and began to wrap her chest to try and stop the worst of the bleeding.<span style="color: indigo"> "Just hold still a little more, you are gonna be okay."</span>At this point adrenaline was making Becca's hands shake and the knowledge that another deathclaw, or several even, might simply pounce on them at any moment and put an end to them both was certainly not helping. She knotted the gauze as best she could and leaned away to check her work. Not the best she had ever done but it looked like she would pull through though she would probably have some nasty scars. Her brow furrowed in concern and she stared down at her impromptu patient, waiting for some sign that she was okay.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>