The woman he was with now, the ghoul Loretta, was the first lucky break for the bounty hunter in a long time.  Especially since she had transportation in the form of a Deathcar.  Ok Darion would rather walk because he could see and hear trouble coming much further off and hear it too if he was walking.  But the last he had heard of was the ‘Turncoat’ as the target was called was traveling into an area that she wouldn’t likely survive in if she got caught, at least from the information they got from the last town.<br/><br/>Their cooperation was a little grudgingly at first when meeting each other.  Hell, they were after the same target, even if for different reasons.  Darion himself was after this one specifically because on old friend from the Rangers had pointed him to the ‘Turncoat’ for some information on what had forced him to leave the NCR ranks.  That little tidbit of information had made this specific bounty far more valuable to the ex-Ranger than the amount of caps offered.  It was his guess Loretta was just after her for the money.  Of course if that was all, it was strange when she became much more open to support when they found out where their target was, in the hands of some raiders called the Ridgers, allies of the Legion.<br/><br/>The fact of who the raiders were allied with made the job of retrieving the target easier for him.  Though he still wasn’t sure whether he should actually turn the girl in to the Powder Gangers after the Ridgers were delt with.<br/><br/>The first Ridger was easy, and mostly to get them all into a much better kill zone further along that he was sure they could find.  Especially with how the Ghoul woman drives.<span style="color: SeaGreen">"Damnit Woman!  Are you sure you know how to drive this thing?  I think I would have a better chance of surviving against a Deathclaw with just a Knife than surviving your driving!”</span>He cursed at her after climbing into the damn vehicle and hanging on for his life while watching the Raider’s progress, and watching the bundle on the back of one of the horses.<br/><br/>The next sniper spot, Darion quickly dismounted the car to take up his position at the side of the ridge looking down, flipping the two legs near the end of the barrel up for stability in the prone position he took up to watch.  He whistled lightly as he watched the shotgun work take out the Ridgers effectively other than the last one who carrier the girl.  Smart.  He steadied his breathing and started to take aim, centering the cross-hairs on the raider’s head, having a clear shot even with the ‘human shield’ of the bounty, but Darion’s angle made that useless.<br/><br/>Something felt weird though; the raider started kicking his horse as if hell was chasing him after he looked back.  That gave darion enough of a pause to start rotating his view back the way they had come.  What he saw ahead of that distant dust cloud made the color drain from the man’s face for a moment.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Oh… Shit…”</span>with only that short pause the man wheeled around again to see Loretta going after the last raider and the bounty head… she wouldn’t escape in time… he needed to buy her and the bounty time to get out of the shallow part of the canyon.<br/><br/>Taking aim again, Darion lined his sights up on one of the fleeing horses before pulling the trigger and letting out the loud crack of thunder that was a sniper rifle, the echos from the weapon ringing in the canyon, and off the stone walls.  He kept firing in quick succession on each of the horses that was still moving, taking aim on their shoulders flanks and legs, aiming to disable them but not kill.  The mutated animals needed to be making noise to distract the Dethclaws from the pair climbing the slope.  Once each animal was down but screaming Darion moved the scope back around to watch the ascent of Loretta and the Turncoat, whispering to himself,<span style="color: SeaGreen">“keep moving damnit, I need her alive,”</span>when he saw the Ghoul stop to unbind Emma.  Watching from above his scope, the ex-ranger watched behind the two and the deathclaw pack, taking aim and putting rounds in the heads of any that started up the steep slope.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Hurry your decaying jerky hide up Loretta.”</span><br/><br/>And the fact that they needed to hurry was proven soon after he started his over-watch position.  Half a dozen of the beasts started charging up the hills after the prey that had moved up that way.  Their heads were his target, though not between their eyes like with a human.  Their heads were too hard there with the skull, but maybe around the nose, or through their mouth, it looked soft enough for his sniper rounds to work.  At the crook of the neck, just above the top of the ribs, that looked soft enough for a sniper round to enter.  He began firing the larger rounds at his targets, hopefully to keep them from harming the 'Turncoat' and Loretta.  And killing a few would be good too.<br/><br/>Of course confusion overwhelmed him when suddenly all the deathclaws began retreating from the bipedal prey.  It gave him a moment to rotate his scope over to the area where he had heard another gunshot not from his own weapon.  In the distance he noticed the one woman garbed in leathers and blades on her arms riding a deathclaw to the ground.<i><span style="color: SeaGreen">'Is she insane?'</span></i>was his first thought before looking at the other two.  The second woman kept his attention for a moment while he whistled in appreciation of what he saw, planning on meeting her already if he didn't have to interrogate emma too soon.  The last new person... well from this distance he couldn't tell much of anything about thanks to his clothing.  But he must have been the one to finish their deathclaw.<br/><br/>That few moments was all darion gave himself before rotating back to the majority of the deathclaws and watching what the hell was going on there.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>