*After almost two days and hundreds of thousands of rounds (had to clean the quad guns six times), the last cliff racer finally falls. kdread and myself sit on a comically high layer of shell casings and racer corpses.*
"Well, let's get to work Captain. These racer plumes aren't going to harvest themselves, and we could use the septims."
*I stop and look around, realizing that we are surrounded by dozens of curious and horrifed citizens who were attracted to the sound of the gunfire*
"Greetings, citizens. Fear not, we are members of the Peecee Fighter's Guild. I am Undermaster Wrath, this is Captain and Herald kdread. The cliff racer threat is no more- SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE *I quickly equip my crossbow and shoot the lone cliff racer*-
...so you may go about your business in peace.