Dead Sea could do nothing but watch as the last of his hostages were executed. He could see that his men had only just made it to the bottom of the steep hill that'd most likely lead to whoever was responsible.
"FUCKING COWARD!" he shouts at the west, releasing his frustrations at having failed Caesar, even if there was nothing he could do about it. He and the rest of the Legion saw snipers as the biggest cowards possible. There was no honour, no bravery in killing someone who was completely unaware and unable to fight back. Some may find this hypocritical due to them lashing their defeated enemies on crosses, but any who made the comparison would find themselves joining those on the crosses.
He knew he'd likely be punished for this turn of events, but that wasn't as big a loss as the fact his reputation would be in ruins. He'd been a useless orphan among the Great Salt Lake and was taken in by the Legionaries, trained to be a fierce warrior. Everything he was, he could be was in question at this very moment.
His eyes squinted as he spotted a glint of light off in the distance. It was like looking at a reflective material from very, very far away... His eyes widened and he quickly threw himself to the floor, just as a bullet passed over his head.
*BANG!*
Afton frowned as the Legionary somehow ducked under Boone's bullet. Did the man have superpowers or something? Spider sense? Dodging a bullet simply shouldn't be possible. Regardless he entered VATS and mentally calculated the distance the man would be after Boone reloaded, locating where he'd be after running for a moment.
"1600 meters, 8 feet away from the corner of the building on his right." he quickly says and Boone gives a small nod.
Afton watches as Boone lines up the shot... *BANG!*, he could see the faint trail it made as it zoomed towards the Legionaries position. They were a mile away so it too a couple seconds for the bullet to reach the enemy... Fortunately, it looked like his calculations were correct. If someone were to watch Dead Sea in slow motion it'd look like the man was running into the path of the bullet. It was slightly off and didn't blow his head off, instead hitting the man in the neck.
"Nice shot." Afton states, he guessed that the Legionary they'd just shot was the leader of the encampment judging by how he ordered the others around, so it was lucky they'd managed to eliminate him.
Boone glances at him, "No, it's your spotting that made it happen. Not my longest shot ever, but impressive nonetheless, especially on a moving target."
Afton shakes his head and looks over the cliff edge at the rapidly advancing Legionaries, "Enough fo the compliments, we got rapey footballers coming in hot." he states. They hadn't noticed the duo yet and so Afton wanted to get the first shots in.
He stands atop the edge and looks down at the enemy, they were still quite far away but he had the high ground and an amazing vantage point. Boones looks at him in confusion as he places a hand on Lucky and uses VATS to stop time and allow him to prepare his first actions.
[John Wick Style is in effect]
Time resumes and he rapidly draws Lucky, fanning the hammer and firing all six shots down at the Legionaries so quickly it sounds like he's firing an SMG. He quickly holsters it and draws That Gun and fires all five shots from it as well.
Almost all shots struck where he was aiming, ten heads have new holes in them while a Legionary found that'd he'd been giving an abrupt tracheotomy. Screams of surprised terror erupt from the group as they all duck into cover, Afton does the same, dropping to the floor while rapidly reloading both his weapons.
Boone is surprised by what he just saw, Afton had eliminated eleven people in a couple seconds... Sure, he had the advantage of surprise but the skill he'd displayed with those pistols was nothing to scoff at. Shaking his head and deciding to leave these thoughts for another more appropriate time, he crawls backwards to get away from the edge. The Legionaries knew where they were now so popping his head out to take a look would likely be a death sentence. "Got any plans?" he asks his spotter, knowing that it'd be difficult to retreat from here with the legion mongrels still around.
Afton smirks at him and flicks open a lighter and igniting the bundled fuse he'd prepared earlier. It was fortunate dynamite was so easy to deal with, his Explosives skill wasn't all that great, but he knew enough to deal with some fuses. Not to mention his Repair skill helped him in that regard.
The fuses spark and start travelling towards their payloads. The Legionaries probably wouldn't notice them due to the cords snaking in between and through rocks and boulders. Even if they did they'd have trouble locating where the dynamite actually was.
Boone peaks around a corner and fires a shot from his hunting rifle, the bullet blasting through a recruit's face and causing them to tumble down the steep hill the Legion was trying to fight their way up.
The sound of discharging weaponry fills the area, shotgun pellets, rifle rounds, and many other different kinds of ballistic ammunition is fires at the duo's position. Though, either from the adrenaline, poor strategic positioning, or lack of personal skill. The Legionaries were unable to shoot anything noteworthy. Not that Afton or Boone were giving them a chance to hit them of course.
Both knew to listen for the brief gaps between shots when their enemy was reloading to fire off one of their own. Superior skill allowed them to slowly pick off the enemy as they continued to approach.
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Afton had just ducked back into cover when he heard vicious sounding barks coming from nearby. The mongrels had apparently been allowed to go ahead of the larger unit as Afton could see a few of them almost on top of his and Boone's position.
Their thick shaggy fur and orange, almost coming on red eyes gave them a fierce appearance. Especially with how their teeth were currently bared. One ahead of the pack leapt towards Afton and attempted to bite him, going for the nearest thing it could reach.
Afton kicked the snarling beast in the face as it jumped at him, putting a bullet between its brows as the other's charged him. "Fuck! Boone, dogs!" he exclaims, causing his parter to swivel around and start shooting at them.
Afton himself had already unloaded his two pistols on the creatures, the pack was larger than expected though and he was forced to unsheath his knife as he had no time to reload. He could've perhaps used the sawed-off shotgun strapped to his chest, but it only had two shots in it before he'd need to reload that too.
His laser and plasma pistols were also an option but neither was suited for this. The laser pistol might not be able to kill them in one shot, and the plasma pistol lacked the fire rate to be useful.
His eyes fluttered upwards as a mongrel launched itself from a boulder to try and get a bite at his neck. He used VATS just as he heard the sound and got a good look at it as time was frozen, once time resumed he spun around as if he had eyes on the back of his head and plunged the knife into the dogs chest.
His 8 strength displayed itself as he held the dog up by its throat and stabbed it a couple more times for good measure before tossing it down the hill towards the advancing Legionaries to slow they ascent slightly.
This battle between man and beast continued until Afton was covered in blood that wasn't his own, and bitemarks. His endurance and [Toughness] Perk prevented the mongrels from doing any meaningful damage, but he'd definitely be sore tomorrow, not to mention the many potential diseases they could have conferred to him.
He sheathes his bloody knife and start reloading his two pistols, thinking to himself that it was about time that his trap activated. "Boone, on my signal we'll retreat from this place."
"What's your signal?"
Afton grins, "You'll know when it happens!" he shouts and continues firing at the enemy.
A Legionary recruit had just climbed up a boulder to try and reach their enemy. These cowardly NCR snipers had managed to kill their hostages, as well as a swath of the advancing Legionaries with not a single injury as of yet.
The lone brave Legionary growled as he spotted a mongrel corpse nearby, seems like their animal companions had failed to do any damage whatsoever. He takes a step forward but is stopped... His foot had been caught by some sort of cord? He takes a closer look at it but almost shits himself when a spark travels down it to an unknown location.
He quickly stands and looks down at his fellow advancing Legionaries and is about to shout for them, but... *BANG!*, he falls onto his stomach after getting shot in the spine, disabling his legs completely. He crawls towards the edge in an attempt to warn the others but another shot rings out and cuts him off, his head exploding like a melon.
Sadly, even if he had managed to warn the others, it was still too late.
The fuse connected to the payload of dynamite sparked as he entered the red sticks...
*BOOM!*
A huge explosion occurs and it kills a few Legionaries who were at the front of the group, but that isn't what it was primarily placed there for... Instead, it's the dislodged rocks and stones that immediately start cascading down the hill like a rock-slide that does the most damage.
The Legionaries start sprinting down the hill away from the bone crushing wave way faster than they'd climbed it. Some trip and strat flipping the down mountain, getting heavily injured in the process. Other's simply aren't fast enough and are enveloped by the dirt and stone, any caught in it will either be crushed or suffocate under it.
As soon as the explosion occurs Afton and Boone quickly start retreating. Yeah sure, the Legion was temporarily routed, but there was definitely more where that came from. That's not even mentioning the fact Afton didn't have any dynamite left to use. Even if he did it'd be almost impossible to cause another rock-slide without moving to another area.
"That your signal?" Boone asks as he hefts himself over a boulder than Afton'd just climbed up.
"Obviously? If that wasn't the signal then we might need another Great War to get you moving." Afton jokes.
"Didn't know you knew your way around explosives, causing a rock-slide is harder than it looks youknow. Trust me, I've tried."
Afton nods at that, if his Repair wasn't maxed out he wouldn't have been able to locate a weak spot in the hillside that'd cause a chain reaction once removed. He had no idea if the dynamite would be enough to trigger it, but it was worth a shot. It paid off in the end anyway. "It was luck, don't count on me to do it again..." he admits.
Boone shrugs, "Let's get back to the camp before the Legion sends more after us. After this the NCR might be able to retake Nelson."
"They better be, we must've wiped out twenty to thirty percent of their numbers."
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