People started dropping, fortunately nobody from Raphael's party. One of the bastards fell into Raphael's crater after getting popped by Dylan. "Serves you right, ya fuckin' asshole!" Just then, he heard clicking. VERY close clicking to his right. Without thinking, Raphael swerved around and let out a volley, and then heard the screeching of a radscorpion immediately after. There it was, twitching as the last of its life left its body, a radscorpion no more than two feet away. "Fuck! That was close..." Raphael whispered to himself. His recharger rifle whirred up again as he peeked over the lip of his crater. One of the bastards was distracted, looking for Dylan in a panicked way. The perfect target.

Fixing his sights on the man, Raphael prepared to fire off straight into his chest. Holding his breath and steadying his aim, Raphael fired his rifle three times. One went into the man's right leg, one missed entirely, and the last bolt hit him in the arm he aimed his weapon with. He may not be dead, but he's extremely wounded, and Raphael considered that a win. As long as the guy was out of the fight, it was one less asshole for Raphael to worry about.