Steel Rose, Welcome to the Capital Wasteland Options

[Silver]

Steel Rose

Tick. Wait... let the burning sensation fill your chest as your lungs ache for air. Tick. Steady, bring the lines of the crosshair down across thier chest. Tick. Hold perfectly still, and fire.

For that moment, the chatter of automatic weaponry, the crack of hunting rifles was silent, the thunderous report of a sniper rifle ringing in her ears, even as she brought her scope back down to see the raider raise his hands to the gaping wound in his ribs, dark arteriel blood bubbling onto his rough leather clothes. His knees gave out a moment later, leaving the mohawked bandit face down in his own blood. Another raider, running backwards and firing a ten millimeter pistol indescriminately tripped over the new cadaver, and Shadow promptly took his head off.

The heavy chop of blades echoed in the small valley as the first of three vertibirds came over the edge of the rocky cliffs. The whirr of it's gatling laser spurring up wasn't audible over the gunfire, but when the stiches of burning light etched the ground, the raiders scattered, a good few of them getting cut down, limbs tumbling into the dark recesses of the afternoon light. That left Shadow, and a few wasteland hunters, to face the Enclave soldiers that began to crop up over the enbankments.

The wastelanders scattered into the rocks, while Shadow who already had a vantage point that was quite like her namesake, only twisted around and fired a shot at the power-armoured soldiers who were skirmishing with the hunters, and winning. The Enclave troops were organized, trained, and armed with quality laser rifles, and they were trying to fight against them with hunting rifles, and a sniper. It really wasn't going to work out.