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Painless 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

Rico charged, swinging that sword like he'd found a spider on the end. The leader ranger was knocked out immediately from a wild backswing striking her head with the flat of the blade. One ranger in front fared much worse, having the hand holding a large pistol lopped off followed by his head on the followup swing.

Arcade pulled out his pistol and started shooting, spraying green plasma into the melee. There was no point to aiming, Rico's balls out suicide charge was causing the rangers to bunch up in their attempts to both flee from the guy with the big sword and draw a bead on him with their rifles. His helicoptering the huge blade wasn't helping matter either. The doctor simply walked towards the fight, finger wrapped around the trigger so hard, his knuckles turned white.

And just as quickly as it started, it ended. The fight was over. Blood pooled out of dismembered limbs, staining the sand red. Rico picked through the mess, reveling in the hard won bounty of loot the rangers were carrying, after all, ranger Sequoia pistols were worth their weight in bottle caps.

A drawn out moan snapped Rico out of his revelry. There was a survivor.

Arcade heard it too and moved over to the ranger leader. She was bleeding from the head where Rico clocked her, on her hands and knees trying to conjure the strength to stand up, and run. Arcade reflexively reached for his bag of medical tools. He didn't care the NCR just tried to kill them, the battle was over and she was wounded. He went to tend to her but Rico stopped him.

The doctor realized what the glint in his friend's eye meant.

Rico pulled his sword back, and thrust forward. The sharpened tip punctured through the un-armored part of the ranger's suit, just below her ribs. She screamed, a sudden flood of adrenalin causing her to sit up. Rico wrenched the sword free and violently drew it across her throat, silencing her screams and reducing them to choking gurgles. The ranger pitched forward and lay still.

Arcade leveled a harsh look at his blood soaked companion. He opened his mouth to protest Rico's actions, that she didn't need to die, that it was cruel and unnecessary, ask what kind of man Rico was and maybe question the integrity of his mother's vagina when he ran out of legitimate points.

His companion's look neatly intercepted Arcade's protest, killing it before it could leave his mouth. They had to die, he'd evaded them for a week despite the three day warning. It was finish them off or die, and Rico is partial to living. And how dare you question the integrity of his mother!

Arcade spoke softly, “You're bleeding.” He had to focus on something else. Something other than what they just did.

“Huh?,” Rico hadn't noticed, but now that arcade mentioned it, he did feel a little stiffer than usual, “I think I popped a stitch,” he said rubbing one of the red patches on his chest. “But we'll deal with that later. For now,” he bent over to grab the sack of pilfered gear, “we've got shit to sell.”

Arcade didn't listen. His attention was focused squarely on the the protuberance he glimpsed sticking out of Rico's back when the latter bent over.

“Uh, Rico,” Arcade's voice came out in a nervous sort of way, “you've got a...uh...thing...” the doctor gestured to his back.

“Thing?” Rico reached behind to feel his back, “There's no thi-” his hand nudged the handle of the combat knife one of the rangers had stuck him with during the fight. He reached back and wrenched the blade free. Bad move.