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Tyrannosaurus Rekt
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The battle ended. The shots petered off and there was no sound of aggression to be heard for quite some distance. Beau lifted his head over the car to see the swarm of raiders that were around the woman were incapacitated. He slid back down. Honestly, he didn’t know how she’d feel about him intervening. Of course, it was only a few moments later that she rounded the car.
In another life she may have been a beauty, but in this one she was a gladiator swathed in muscle and bone. Beau found her face pretty, but her demeanor challenged him to say so. She’d snap him in half—surely. She was wrapping her wounds, and she paused to cuss him. Beau blushed and pushed his rusty blond locks back.
“Apologies,” he said, standing. “It was never my intent to do all of that. I was just trying to help. Yet, I believe those are the words of many a unhelpful grunt. I assure you, my talent echoes beyond that of marksmanship.” He reached out his hand. “I’m Beauregard Arsenault.” Yet, he withdrew his hand as she continued to bandage her body. Right. She didn’t seem like the type that enjoyed jovial handshakes and camaraderie. Beau swallowed hard.
A ghoul pierced the silence like most ghouls did, with importance and gruffness. He gave quite the look to Beau as he passed him and dragged a female raider behind the barricade of cars. The ghoul explained his reasoning for his manhandling. Beau shrugged. It was hardly his place to question his saviors. Still, if they were as capable as they looked, he might do well to join them. He’d joined Steve because the other had a massive machine gun he pulled out at will. Of course, the machine gun shut down two towns ago and Steve was actually a shit shot.
Yet, he’d watched the both of the strangers handle situations that had nothing to do with their weapons but with their talent. The ghoul leaned into the female raider. He pulled his pistol and pressed it flush against her face. He was trying to get her to wake so he could question her. The ghoul shot a nasty glare towards Beau along with a line of accusatory words.
Beau held up his hands. “Apologies,” he said. “You remind of this ghoul I knew. His name is Baldo, he was terribly frightening, but he got things done. Still, do you need someone to talk to the raider? I’ve been told that I’m a convincing sort. I have to say that it must be the face. Of course, minus the scratch. That’s usually not there.” He slid one of his upheld hands into his vest. He then realized how that looked. “Oh, I assure you, my laser rifle is the only thing that’s harmful to you and it’s on my shoulder.” He slowly drew out makeshift smelling salts. “I use these more often than I should.” He knelt in front of the female raider and extended the smelling salts towards the ghoul. “Beauregard Arsenault at your service. My friends call me Beau, though.” He winked.
In another life she may have been a beauty, but in this one she was a gladiator swathed in muscle and bone. Beau found her face pretty, but her demeanor challenged him to say so. She’d snap him in half—surely. She was wrapping her wounds, and she paused to cuss him. Beau blushed and pushed his rusty blond locks back.
“Apologies,” he said, standing. “It was never my intent to do all of that. I was just trying to help. Yet, I believe those are the words of many a unhelpful grunt. I assure you, my talent echoes beyond that of marksmanship.” He reached out his hand. “I’m Beauregard Arsenault.” Yet, he withdrew his hand as she continued to bandage her body. Right. She didn’t seem like the type that enjoyed jovial handshakes and camaraderie. Beau swallowed hard.
A ghoul pierced the silence like most ghouls did, with importance and gruffness. He gave quite the look to Beau as he passed him and dragged a female raider behind the barricade of cars. The ghoul explained his reasoning for his manhandling. Beau shrugged. It was hardly his place to question his saviors. Still, if they were as capable as they looked, he might do well to join them. He’d joined Steve because the other had a massive machine gun he pulled out at will. Of course, the machine gun shut down two towns ago and Steve was actually a shit shot.
Yet, he’d watched the both of the strangers handle situations that had nothing to do with their weapons but with their talent. The ghoul leaned into the female raider. He pulled his pistol and pressed it flush against her face. He was trying to get her to wake so he could question her. The ghoul shot a nasty glare towards Beau along with a line of accusatory words.
Beau held up his hands. “Apologies,” he said. “You remind of this ghoul I knew. His name is Baldo, he was terribly frightening, but he got things done. Still, do you need someone to talk to the raider? I’ve been told that I’m a convincing sort. I have to say that it must be the face. Of course, minus the scratch. That’s usually not there.” He slid one of his upheld hands into his vest. He then realized how that looked. “Oh, I assure you, my laser rifle is the only thing that’s harmful to you and it’s on my shoulder.” He slowly drew out makeshift smelling salts. “I use these more often than I should.” He knelt in front of the female raider and extended the smelling salts towards the ghoul. “Beauregard Arsenault at your service. My friends call me Beau, though.” He winked.