<b><i>CRA~BAM!</i></b><br/>A shot down the maw, her attacker recoiled.<br/><i>Ck-chick.</i><br/>Out of ammo. Damn. He shoved the rifle back to it's own.<i>"Suppression fire, keep them back."</i>He ordered, before hopping to his feet, hat and rag in hand as he made for a dead sprint. Even in the open, even dressed hefty in his armor and going as fast as he could, he was silent. Unheard... Rag on head, hat on rag. Scalple in hand. he shot his legs out, dropping hard to his ass and skidding up alongside her, a Deathclaw looming high above them both. Bonesaw in the other hand. he reached over Jynx, thrusting the saw at the creature's achillies tendon. Little damage from the surgical tool. he yanked back, a resound snap filled the air and it screamed going down. Immobalized, good. Dropping the saw and grabbing Jynx by what remained of her vest, he not so much carried, as dragged her away from teh fray, getting a bit of distant before slipping an arm under her own, wrapped his insulated limb under her breasts as leverage and hoisting her up, and pulling faster, scalple still in the other hand.<br/><br/>They were falling faster then becca could have shot. Another angel? Was this Lord person really looking out for him?<i>"Praise be on high..."</i>he muttered, in mimic to the voice in his head.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>