As duos was coming to, the cobwebs of disorientation fading from his mind, he noticed something new... A digital guage, or bar in the lower right field of his vision. He knew he had some sort of a natural heads Up Display, as last time he removed his mask, he still saw an asortment of data which remained fixed in their locations in his sight... VATS? Interesting, but this would have to wait, for as investigation worthy as it may be... He just heard the distinct sound of grenade pins being pulled... At close quarters, hrm... Perhaps the term Ranger Fuck was a well earned monicer for his fellow gunman...<br/><br/>There was little time for contemplation of this, however, as the ghoul was forced to drop himself flat to the ground, and roll under a machine, praying the bulk of the contraption which 'cushioned' his impact from the beast's one successful attack on him, would also survive the blast and ensuing shrapnel... This day was really not his best...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>