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Not long after glancing Brutus being dragged away from the group of raiders, Barsul heard Tom's radio broadcast.
"Tom, let Brutus handle that fight...a matter of honor and such, i'd think."
Not bothering to tally up the remaining targets, he esitamated that at least 30% of the raiders were dead; due to bullets, wrenches, incindiaries, and one from Brutus's punch gun. There were still a good number of them left, so he was still firing.

Tom grunted in response to Barsul's comment, not removing his eyes from the two supermutants. Honor or no, if Brutus sounded like he needed help, the Initiate mechanic would be close at hand.

A raider seemed to notice the blur in the air from Tom's stealthboy. Coming to investigate, he actually swung his TEC-9 within inches of Tom's transparent head. Still keeping his gaze locked on Brutus, the mechanic swung his rifle up and back, stabbing the barrel into the soft flesh of the raider's neck. Before the particularly large human could so much as gasp, Tom sent his last thought flying skyward, a brief fountain of gore. It took a strong jerk to retrieve his rifle from the remains of the raider's jaw, but within the space of a heartbeat, Tom had returned to the fight.

As he removed the empty clip in his MTAR, he replaced it with a loaded one.
Barsul glanced in the direction Brutus had been dragged. He was just in time to see Brutus rip something out of his opponents back. Just catching sight of the glare fixed upone Brutus, a shiver ran down Barsul's spine.
"Brutus, i hope you can handle that one...it looks angry."
By then he'd readied his weapon again, and in a blink was on the move firing again.

Drunk with adrenaline and rage Randi raced toward Brutus and launched her self onto him. Brutus wasnt quick enough to roll out of the way, and so Randi landed on hims, her body covering his. She punched,kneed, clawed, bit and kicked at him, with no style what so ever, just fueled by anger and pain. Brutus took several misplaced, but strong hits before he got his hands around her head and pushed it away from himself. After a few minutes of grappling, he managed to get his feet under her gut and force her off and he quickly got to his feet. Randi was breathing heavily and was loosing so much blood that she started to weave and wobble even when standing still. "What are you?" She said in a low, exauhsted voice. "You smaller than Randi, but you fight so hard." The quesion was one Brutus had been asking himself all of his mutated life. The master, the brotherhood and his life were all conected, but he never knew how or what his purpose was. Brutus clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes on the ground. In a flash of anger he snapped up his neck and screamed "I AM WHAT THE GODS HAVE MADE ME!" As he lunged at her, punching her in the head several times before sweeping her feet from under her. She smashed to the ground, his hands and the sand all around them was drenched in blood. Randi's pale-green skin was quickly staining the color of her blood as she stared into the sky, her breath slowly excaping her. SHe managed to pick her head upa nd look at Brutus with a smile. "Randi no coward....... Randi dies today." She reached into a fold of her armor and took out a piece of paper, extending it to Brutus. "This is what bad men hiding. This where they find me. You are a strong warrior Brutus. From me to you i pass on the bad men's secrets...." Randi's arm fell and she sighed. Her eyes were closed and Brutus knelt down and put his head to her chest. Her heart was still beating strong, but it was starting to slow. Brutus took the paper form her hand and put it in a pouch. "You are a strong warrior too Randi." Brutus contemplated wheter or not he should try to save her life or not. In the warrior's code, you never aide an enemy, but also you honnor your enemy even in death, thus making your foe a freind. Since Brutus honored her, he stuck a few stims into her system, enough to keep her alive but still knocked out. "First we need to kill the rest of these bastards. If you're still alive, ill bring you back with us."
(( You guys like my rference from God of war 2? lol ))

Brutus strapped his punch gloves back on and ran back into the fray, switching on his stealthboy as he ran. The other had done great work in taking out several of the raiders. Brutus couldnt see them all, but guessed there were only a few handfuls left. He picked up his mic,"Hey guys ive taken care of the mutant. She may be some use to us, so I got her unconsious. After we get rid of the rift raff we'll have to go back for her and try to get her healthy enough to walk." Brutus came upon a few raiders attempting to lift a fallen ally to his feet. The wounded raider was twice as heavy as the 2 trying to pick him up, and so they struggled to lift him up. "It's so nice to see friends trying to help one another." Brutus said still cloaked, "However im affraid im going to have to kill you." The raiders droped the arms of the wounded man and scanned the area in a n attempt to see Brutus, but instead paniked and started spraying bullets everywhere from thier AK-47s. Brutus ran up to them, grabbed each one by the head and smashed thier skulls together, the loud crunch of thier bony plates coliding was sickening even to Brutus. He droped the bloddy rags and looked down at the wounded soldier who attempted to hold up a desert eagle with his right hand, but couldnt lift his arm much more than a foot. Brutus stomped on his hand, and the raider let out a terrible yell. Brutus took a grenade off of the raider's bandilier and pulled the pin, promptly shoving the explosive into the raider's open mouth. Brutus ran toward the place where his siblings fought grinning as the grenade went off sending chuncks of raider everywhere.

Brutus looked down at his hand and then back up at the carnage. "Let's see......." he pointed at the raiders and counted like a kindergarten student. "Uh...... Barsul what comes after 3?" Bullets started flying past him , a few ricocheting off of the metal plate in his chest, but a few dug into his left arm and his left leg. With a frown, partialy at his inability to count, and partialy at the person shooting him he ran toward the soon to be kill and miced back. "Im not good with numbers Barsul, i can barely read too. Remeber, im smarter than most of my kind, but i still lack most of the "average" skills you humans have."

Some idiot of a raider had the bright idea to charge at Brutus with a spear. It was a rather shame the fairly dull blade barely broke the skin as it was rammed into Brutus' side. "Ow." he calmly said as he yanked the twig from the raider's hand and skewered him with his own weapon. The man gurgled as he was lifted off the ground by shear force and the steel was forced through his body. Brutus threw the man aside and he twitched as he stood up and started walking toward Brutus. "A fighter till the end, maybe there is some shread of dignity in you pieces of garbage." Brutus ran up to the raider and lept into the air with his right knee out, ramming it into the raider's face. He landed and scooped the raider's head in his hand and pounded the s**t out of him with his knee, then his metal chest plate, blood smearing all over Brutus' chest. "Well that was fun." Brutus sighed. "How many more left to go Barsul? There cant be many more..... seeing as how i dont see much movement and there isnt as many gun shots going off."