Ethan ran at a deathclaw that was coming at him, as it began to swing, Ethan dropped into a slide, like a baseball player coming into home base. The deathclaw, believing Ethan to be more wounded than he truly was, brought its head down to take a bite out of the Wastelander. As it's head came down, Ethan's gun came up, and stuck firmly into the deathclaw's toothed mouth. Ethan fired a shot in the weak skin on the roof of the deathclaw's mouth, then pulled the mechanism of the repeater and fired a second shot. The deathclaw slumped over Ethan, its dead weight kept him from moving.
Helen stood facing the last standing deathclaw. She had emptied clip after clip into the various deathclaws and was running low. The final deathclaw ran for her, claws high she fired off her LMG, crippling its leg. But the LMG, lacking proper repair and unaccustomed to the activity it engaged in this day, jammed. The deathclaw brought down his deadly hand onto Helen's body. The metal armor she was wearing protected her torso, but not her neck. The deathclaws hand caught on the spikes of her shoulder plates, but a few small fingers swung across her neck, severing her Jugular. Helen, unwilling to go down alone, pulled the pin on her last grenade. Taking the deathclaw along with her own death.
Helen stood facing the last standing deathclaw. She had emptied clip after clip into the various deathclaws and was running low. The final deathclaw ran for her, claws high she fired off her LMG, crippling its leg. But the LMG, lacking proper repair and unaccustomed to the activity it engaged in this day, jammed. The deathclaw brought down his deadly hand onto Helen's body. The metal armor she was wearing protected her torso, but not her neck. The deathclaws hand caught on the spikes of her shoulder plates, but a few small fingers swung across her neck, severing her Jugular. Helen, unwilling to go down alone, pulled the pin on her last grenade. Taking the deathclaw along with her own death.