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Henry swore as he felt the fire start burn through the metal pauldron on his leather armor. He store it off as quickly as he could, throwing it in the Hun bastard's face, hoping to distract him for a moment. He bellowed as he slashed at the man's neck, then rolled sideways from the inevitable counter attack.

"Feelin' sick there, Fritz? Quesy, light-headed? Radiation, ya sick Nazi bastard. It's a real bitch." He taunted, knowing it was for the best to keep this asshole's attention so that someone better with magic could get the job of killing this ship done.
Henry didn't hesitate as they caught the Naziso on the bridge. As soon as Joshua had set up his barrier, the giant young man drew his shotgun and fired both shells at the Admiral, aiming the buckshot at the man's armored face. He'd seen guys in power armor back home, those Brotherhood guys. And he's seen enough dead ones to know that even that fancy technology had its limits. Buckshot to the face was a good start to testing those limits.

"Don't know what you said, Fritz, but I'm gon' give you an asswhoopin'. My great great granddaddy beat your asses before." He taunted, charging forward to follow up his barrage of lead, swinging Atom around, aiming at the Admiral's neck.
Interested in Star Wars at all? Clone Wars era?
Zeb nodded at the girl's proposal, finally lighting his smoke and taking a long satisfied puff. He did his best to ignore Nathan. That kid had always rubbed him the wrong way.

"Fine by me. Gotta get my grimoire, anyway." He patted the kid on the shoulder as he started out the door to his apartment to prepare. It was small and practical, old books and scrolls scattered about. His grimoire rested on an old oak table, black and etched with silver runes that gave it a distinctly evil look. It was a common theme with these necromantic artifacts and such.

"Yep. Gonna be an interestin' trip."
Henry had, as usual in these recent insane situations, kept quiet and let the more experienced people here do the explaining. He'd introduced himself to the others as soon the hostilities ceased, and did his best to not look at Valrie in -that- way. She was too young, and the giant blushed as he did his best to be a complete gentleman. The thought of blowing Jefferson Davis' head off helped, though.

And then the frigging Nazis showed up, and the wastelander swore as he started to draw his shotgun and Atom. He spat on the ground at the kraut's words.

"Good guys kicked your sorry ass before , Hans. Figure we can do it again." Hebshot back. He knew they couldn't hear him, but it was satisfying to say.

"I say we get ready to kick some Nazi ass."
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Henry showed no hesitation as soon as Jupiter returned to her normal self. Letting Atom disappear in a puff of sickly green smoke, he lifted the girl up in a fireman's carry, starting off toward the nearest spot of cover he could find. Even if most of fighting was over, he'd rather not have the kid be hurt any more than she already was bt a stray blast of magic or whatever was flying around here.

"Y'know, after this, I think I'mma head down to Richmond and put one in Davis. Sounds like fair payment for Jupiter here." He grumbled to nobody in particular, setting the girl down when he was sure they were in a safe spot.
..so.....that slowed down quick.
I forgives ya, Bee. :)
Henry was a little tired of weirdness today, his shoulders slumping and a heavy sigh escapig his cracked lips as he drew the sawed-off shotgun at his hip.

"Yeah, yeah, evil fuckin' speech about how we're the bad guys and you're righteous an' all that. Heard it before." He said, managing to get off one shot of buckshot at Msizi before the guy managed to call soon his own magic. Henry swore as he beheld the mighty beast before him, looming over him like a Deathclaw. Shadows were coming too, and Henry struck quickly at two of them before he set loose a bolt of Irradiate at Darkside. He didn't pay attention to anything else, barely even noticing the arrival of two newcomers.

"C'mon you ugly son'bitch! Fight sum'n closer to your size!" He barked at Darkside, barreling toward the monster with his blade at the ready, slashing out at its legs as he roared his defiance. Mach seemed to be doing okay, too.

"Mach, get this one's head! I'll keep him wanting' a piece'a me!"
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