It was the battle of Hoover Dam 2.
The Legion and NCR were finally having another showdown to determine the fate of the Mojave and gleaming city of New Vegas. The best of the best from both the Bull and the Bear had gathered in the thousands to do battle upon that concrete stretch of the old world spanning the Colorado River.
The Legion had mustered the might of 87 tribes, warriors with armor of cobbled metal won through bloody battle and armed with the most savage weapons east of the Colorado. Spears of thermite that could melt through solid stone, hammers that could shatter powe armor, brutal axes and cruel knives thirsted for blood.
And against all that, Courier 6 was winning.
With upgraded Securitrons spear heading the assault, followed by the NCR Rangers and Desert Rangers, the massed army of the NCR behind them with artillery support from the Boomers along with a restored bomber raining down death and destruction.
It wasn't a fight.
I was a one sided slaughter.
Even high in the sky, the paniced screams of an army men who believed in every fiber of their being in their own superiority was heard, and silenced with ruthless efficiency.
Inside the Enclave Remnants Vertibird, Courier 6 kept his eyes open for the one man he knew he had to beat. Even as Kreger and Moreno manned the ship's guns and mowed down anything that was wearing a Legion uniform within gatling range, even as their camp on Fortification Hill burned, even as all their men all ran or died, Courier 6 knew it wasn't over.
It wouldn't be over until Lanius, Moster of the East. Blade of the Legion. Ceasar's pet psychopath and the symbol of Legion might, was beaten.
As long as that man lived, the Legion's defeat would not be complete. They would not be fully broken. Would not understand how thoroughly outmatched they were.
So when Courier 6 spotted a man in shining golden armor on a hill, watching the complete destruction of the Legion's forces, he had to stop himself from taking a shot with a sniper rifle.
It would be a challenging shot, but easy victory 6 thought.
And that was the problem.
Signaling for a landing, Courier 6 instead took out the Old World Flag from the Divide and the Holorifle from the Sierra Madre.
Stepping out, he made sure to run up towards Lanius alone, his duster fluttering dramatically in the breeze with the mark of 21 upon his back.
It was a perfect moment, Courier 6, alone, charging to kill Lanius and win the day.
Too bad 6 lost his head before he knew what happened.