Capítulo 453: EMP : Empty Made Promises...
Afton crushes the wrist of a Legionary attempted to shove a Ripper blade into his guy, afterwards disarming him and dragging the mini-chainsaw across their throat, causing blood to spurt out in rather impressive arcs.
He didn't know how long he'd been fighting if he were honest, the enemies just kept coming and so he kept killing. He was surprised they hadn't just given up and run away yet... The Legion was basically comprised of crappily-equipped hordes of men, so for them to kill Afton who was fully suited in Power armour, they'd literally need to bait him into a crater filled with as much explosives as possible... Something Afton was aware of, and so avoided whenever they attempted such a strategy.
Veronica was nearby, but her armour was looking scuffed, dented, scratched, scorched, and covered in blood. She didn't have his [Mechanicus] Perk to help her maintain armour and cleanliness, so after so much time fighting her state now was inevitable.
He spots a Legionary jump onto her back in the chaos and try to jam a blade into her neck, but Afton wasn't stupid enough to leave such an exploitable gap in the armour, so instead of piercing her carotid artery, the blade halts against segmented Saturnite plates and Deathclaw leather, the tip of the weapon breaking off from the impact.
Veronica finally notices the man and reaches behind her, grabbing his arm and smashing him into the ground in front of her, afterwards raising a foot and destroying his skull with a stomp... Afton's about to continue his own fight when he spots her lean over on her knees, probably to catch her breath.
He diverts his attention and charges towards her, clearing out some of the enemies still trying to attack her. "You all right?" he quietly asks through the radio build into the helmet.
Veronica turns her head towards him and gives a weak nod, "Huff, huff. Yeah, just. need to catch my breath... Never thought I'd get tired of punching things, huff, huff."
Afton moves his head to the side to dodge a shotgun blast before grabbing the barrel of the weapon and bending it 90 degrees, pointing the end at the man using it. "You should head to the bunker and help the others out, you keep fighting and it won't be the Legion that kills it, it'll be exhaustion... I don't know about you, but I'm not sure I could carry you out while fighting the Legion off!" he explains as he brings down a hammer fist on another man's head, flattening their skull and decimating their neck.
"Huff... Did you just call me fat!?" she accuses semi-playfully.
Afton chuckles, "Well, if this little bit of exercise is enough to put you down, then yeah, fatty!"
*CRACK!*
An unfortunate Legion who'd been trying to sneak up on Veronica receives her anger-fueled punch to the face, literally exploding their head into a bloody mist. She turns back towards Afton, "I'll have you know!-" but she's cut off as the ground begins rumbling beneath their feet.
*RUUUUUUUUMMMMBBBBLLLLLEEEEEEE!!!!*
The fighting stops momentarily as everyone looks around, most put the shaking as an earthquake, but Veronica and Afton knew better. He looks over to his sister in all but blood, "Go help the others, now!"
Veronica gives a brief nod before sprinting away, her mechanically enhanced strides kicking up dirt and dust as she exits.
Afton rolls his neck and looks around at the remaining Legion fighters... It was fortunate that Veronica had left since he could see some reinforcements coming, all looking like specialised units with specialised equipment. He gives an ominous chuckle and smacks his fists together, making a metallic sound ring out, "Seems like it's just you lot and me... You sure you want this fight? Doesn't seem fair at all, you guys having to fight me." he states, unclipping his Proton axes from his hips and igniting them.
One of the assassins step forwards, a cocky expression somehow obvious under their red cloth mask, "Surrender and relinquish the Great Caesar or face the consequences!"
Afton loudly snorts, "What consequences?!" he gestures at the literal piles of corpses around him, "Your compatriots failed to even scratch me, what makes you any different?"
"The difference is, we have come prepared! Throw!" he shouts, and a few men behind him toss a few grenades at him. Afton isn't able to tell what kind they are, most grenades wouldn't do anything to his armour, but that didn't mean he was going to let them hit him...
He leaps out of the way but is surprised to find even more grenades being thrown... Around thirty are thrown around him, blocking off any avenue of escape... His Danger Sense doesn't detect anything, so he just gives an annoyed huff as they detonate.
*PPPEEEEEWWWWWWZZZZZZHHHHH!!!*
Each grenade gives out a pulse of energy that causes the HUD under his helmet to glitch and fragment, his armour locks up and the only thing mechanical that he was sure still worked was Nyx... EMP's were incredibly dangerous to AI's, so her armour had been specifically designed against this tactic... Something that couldn't be said for his Power armour.
His Proton axes abruptly turn off and he loses his grip on them, they fall out of his hands as he attempts to get control over his armour but struggles to do so.
His limbs stiffen and his back straightens as the servos randomly start activating. This was one reason why EMP's were so dangerous against Power armour, if it is calibrated wrong their your limbs would be torn off at even the mildest disturbance.
If anyone else were in Afton's armour at this moment, their bodies would be mangled beyond recognition. Even with Afton's incredible strength and durability, he found himself locked in place.
"Hahaha! Did you really think that armour made you impervious to damage! No! We have fought this heretic Brother's before, you are no different in our eyes!" the man looks around him, "Go, strip his armour and torture the Great Caesar's location out of him, after that... Set him on fire and send him to Graham!"
At his words the many Legionaries who'd been at Afton's mercy until now quickly moved in, hoping to destroy this nightmarish figure that'd killed so many of them.
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Capítulo 454: Break through
"User is at great risk! Move!" Nyx's voice urges him, but the armour refuses to work with him!
Afton's eyes flitter at the many Legionaries approaching him, he grits his teeth and starts pushing against the malfunctioning servos, causing a low grinding sound to creak out of the armour. The approaching Legionaries stop their advance as they hear it.
They sheepishly look around at one another as if daring them to go first... This man had just killed hundreds, if not thousands of their brothers... There was nothing shameful about being afraid of him, even with the rather thin assurances made by the Assassin.
One brave man with a large still bloody scar running across his face steps forwards with a fierce expression. He looks up at Afton and smugly mutters, "Not so tough now with all that armour, are you?" he states, giving his chest plate a tap.
Afton scowls, "If you think you can beat me like the rest of the pathetic cunts wearing Power armour, you better think again!" he exclaims, abruptly pulling his arms, destroying the servos and allowing him to move...
Truth be told, any other man, no matter their strength, wouldn't have been able to do this... Power armour was only usable due to the servos and other mechanical components assisting their movement... It'd take someone as strong as a Supermutant to use it without assistance...
Unfortunately for the Legionaries, Afton's upper strength dwarfed most Supermutants...
*ccrrrreeeeeEEK!*
*CRACK*
*PING!*
The Legionaries back away with fearful looks as Afton literally breaks his own armour and starts moving under his own strength. The Saturnite plating was undoubtedly heavy, but despite that he was still able to move, even if he was significantly slower than before.
Afton grabs the head of the 'brave' mocking man from earlier and presses his thumbs into his eye sockets before beginning to squeeze, reenacting the Mountain' act of brutality against Prince Oberyn.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" he screams as he struggles to get out of Afton's grip... But nothing works.
The rest of the army are shocked and sickened as this happens before them. Soon enough, their compatriot's skull cannot take anymore!
*CRRRRAACK!*
*SPLASH!*
*THUMP!*
Afton tears the skull apart, causing blood and brain matter to squirt at the surrounding Legionaries. He drops the corpse and glares at the lead Assassin who'd ordered the attack in the first place. He breaks the servos in his legs and starts slowly stepping towards them.
All the Legionaries surrounding the lead assassin quickly back away, all pointing their weapons at Afton while disregarding the assassins safety.
The assassin himself was locked in place, unable to move at the fact his tried and true tactic had so spectacularly failed. His breaths become uneven as his heart begins trying to pound out of his chest. By the time he regains control of his body Afton was almost spear-distance away... He quickly backs away while drawing his 12.7mm pistol and pointing it ineffectively at Afton. "Get back! S-stay back!"
Afton ignores the notification that appears in his peripheral and bends down, grabbing the man's leg as he attempts to squirm away.
*BangBangBangBang!*
Shots ping off of his helmet, a few striking his visor, but all do essentially nothing. He grabs the man's other leg and begins separating them, forcing the man into a split... And even further.
The surrounding Legionaries shoot Afton to try and assist their companion, but all do nothing... A few even strike the assassin, even so, the pain of getting shot doesn't match what Afton was doing to him.
Afton held him mid-air and kept pulling his legs apart... Soon enough, an extra pull tears the man in half, from his ass to his chest! "FIGHT ME!" he roars as bullets continue deflecting off of his armour.
Elsewhere :
Boone had finally reached the top of the stairs while fending off the assassins... He and Anja were about to check the outside when the door suddenly explodes off of its hinges. They both look at the corpse now lying under the door and notice that it belongs to one of the assassins...
"Hey, thought you guys could us some backup" Veronica nonchalantly says as she walks inside, brushing some nonexistence dirt from her shoulder as she examines the room.
"Good timing. Guessing you heard what happened earlier?" Boone asks, finally lowering is weapon and looking it over for damage.
Veronica scoffs, "Yeah, who hasn't? Felt like an earthquake outside, but I'm guessing it had nothing to do with seismic activity?"
Boone shakes his head, "Probably Tamia, whatever she's doing down there." he shrugs, "Anymore hostiles outside?" he asks, and when Veronica shakes her head he nods and leads her into the bunker.
Veronica raises a brow at the many women and children here, but her gaze is soon turned towards the injured, Karl and Josie being the foremost among them... Though, judging by how worried Karl was for one woman, it wasn't hard to guess her identity. "Any idea when Tamia will be getting back? We've wasted too much time here already."
"*BZZTCH!* Hmm, strange armour you have there... But yes, Tamia will be with you shortly." House says from the monitors at the side of the room."
Veronica raises a brow, "So you're House, huh? You're pretty hot for a centuries-old man... But I'm guessing that photo isn't recent, right?" she jokes, but her laugh trails off at the lack of response.
"Yes, very funny." he states and immediately after he says this the doors of the room open with Tamia stepping through, slightly out of breath.
"Mission complete, let's get the fuck outta here!" she grins, giving a thumbs up.
"Well done, you have exceeded my expectations of you by massive margins... Join me back in the Lucky 38 so we can discuss things further." House states before the monitors turn off.
Veronica shakes her head at House's words, "That guy's one creepy bastard. Whatever, I'll cover you guys, but we need people to carry the injured."
Tamia nods, "Got it, Karl, you're with me. No complaining either, your back'll hurt way more if we leave you like this." she says as she helps the old man up.
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