Chapter 2
Anything goes. This is going to be fun. Thought Damon as he prepared for the big fight. It was to be held in a giant cage (this was before the behemoth was captured) and the cage wasn't that big. It was also completely open. Harith had even volunteered to let Damon use any of the weapons he had on him for the fight. Jack had done the same for Jugs.
Damon decided to just get it over with so he chose things he was good with: his Laser Rifle and Laser Pistol as his weapons along with his Power Armor. Just in case, he took a combat knife to.
When the fight was about to get underway, all the other raiders took up positions around the cage to watch the fight. Damon could hear the bets being called out. He chuckled when he heard his odds at 1:3.
When he entered the cage he saw that Jugs was already waiting there. Jugs had equipped himself with what looked like a Chinese Assault Rifle, a ten millimeter pistol, and his normal leather armor.
Another raider got up on the cliffs and started talking through a loudspeaker. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Raiders and Slaves! Here today in this great place we call home, we have a fight about to be underway. It is between our very own Jugs," At the mention of Jugs' name, the entire camp went up in a roar. "and Lucky Harith's guard, Damon!" Damon swore he heard crickets chirping, which is funny because there were no more crickets. "Now, without further waiting, FIGHT!"
Damon quickly pulled out his Laser Rifle and was going to win easily, the 5.56 ammo that Jugs' Chinese Assault Rifle used could hardly penetrate Damon's armor unfortunately, the same couldn't be said about Damon's Laser Rifle and Jugs' Leather Armor.
He brought the gun up and fired at Jugs' head in one quick motion and Jugs cringed in fear. Nothing happened. Horrified, Damon pulled the trigger again. Still nothing. Oh shit! I forgot to clean the focusing crystal!
"And there, folks, you see why cleaning your weapons is of the upmost importance!" Said the announcer, followed by chuckles from the crowd.
The gun useless, Damon jumped out of the way of Jugs' shots -he might get lucky and have a bullet penetrate- and dropped his Laser Rifle and drew his Pistol. He took aim and fired at Jugs' arm, trying to make him drop his gun. The laser hit Jugs' arm and left a giant burn, but somehow Jugs' did not release the gun. On the contrary, he kept firing as if nothing had happened. Bullets started to hit the sand next to Damon, with a few actually pinging off of his armor.
What the hell? That was dead on, I can see the burn from here!
"Oh, nice shot, too bad Damon didn't know that Jugs had popped some Med-X before the fight!" Damon heard laughter all around.
Med-X? Well, let's see if it helps him see when his eye balls are boiling! At that instance, Damon brought up the pistol and fired four expertly place shots on Jugs' head. All four hit and when Jugs opened his mouth to shout in pain, Damon put another expert shot right down his throat. Pow, right in the kisser! Damon laughed as he remembered that phrase that had been on a holotape he had once heard.
Jugs fell over, dead or dying Damon couldn't tell. The crowd fell silent as Damon walked right up to Jugs and put another shot, at point-blank range, into Jugs' head just to be sure. The body spasmed in the sand then went limp. So, he had lived. Damon felt bad about taking a helpless man's life. Then he got over it as he realized that Jugs had probably done it before, and for fun.
Even the announcer was speechless. Finally, he was able to say: "I don't believe it folks. Jugs is dead. Damon has won," He paused. Holding back tears, he continued,"so, pl...please allow Damon to go and collect your bets if you placed them."
Damon holstered his pistol and picked up his rifle before exiting the cage. Outside, all he got from the raiders were glares. Even the few who had bet for him stared at him with undisguised malice. He walked over to Lucky Harith who quietly congratulated him.
"Well well Damon, it seems like you can fight! Harith is lucky to have ya guarding him!" Cried Smiling Jack as he walked up to the pair. "Now," he said quieter, "I suggest you leave before my companions decide that they want to have go at you. Unfortunately for you, I don't think they'd want to do it one on one."
"Yeah Harith, lets go." Said Damon.
As they were making their departure, they were halfway out before Damon heard a sound that he didn't want to ever hear: the whine of a minigun preparing to fire. He grabbed Harith and threw him on the ground and got on him to try and shield his body with his armor. Oddly, the 5mm rounds flew from outside of the canyon. Not from the inside as Damon had expected. He looked up and saw something that turned his blood to ice: A group of Super Mutants with a Behemoth in tow.
What. The. Fuck. Thought Damon as the mutants started advancing.
