Fanning the flames

There were ten of them plus their leaders wielding the Incinerator, mos twere cowering as the man went off at them about how useless they were, suggesting they'd be better if he tied the explosives to them, setting them on fire and facing them in the direction of the NCR encampment.

"Oof, that guy isn't messing around..." Beagle mutters from behind them.

Afton shakes his head, they should try and strike now, all of them had their attention on their leader and he reckoned he could kill a couple before any could react. He thought about getting Karl to do it but killing many people quickly wasn't something the .44 Magnum was designed for... The recoil on it meant that he'd need similar strength to Afton to pull it off. Afton could see that Karl's glory days were far behind him.

"Get into cover, I'll try reduce their numbers as much as possible..." he mutters, dropping the double-barrel shotgun he'd stolen from one of th criminals on the table and drawing his .357 Revolver.

With his Gun skill now maxed, he could almost foresee the best way to eliminate the enemy with what he had. He grabbed the revolver in his right hand and rested his left on the hammer, preparing to fan it. This would essentially allow him to fire it as fast as he was able to pull the hammer back, a technique used by old-world shooters and duellists.

He sent a silent nod at Karl before stepping in the doorway, the criminal leader was still berating his men and dutifully giving a clear shot at his temple. What a polite person Afto mused to himself.

[John Wick Style is in effect] appears in the corner of his vision, along with a Pipboy sprite that looks suspiciously like a certain Keanu...

Afton grinned to himself as his vision sharpened and his body almost began firing at the enemy reflexively. One of the criminals had turned their head towards the kitchen and saw him in the doorway, they were about to shout when he began the slaughter.

*BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!*

In one second Afton had expended all the ammunition in his weapon, aiming directly at the enemies heads. The leader wielding the Incinerator crumpled to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, five of his six shots seemed to instantly kill their targets. Unfortunately, the last one only managed to blow the ear off of them.

After this Afton throws himself behind cover as bullets start flying, he quickly reloaded his revolver and glanced towards his companions. Karl looked slightly surprised but tried not to show it on his face, but Beagle had his mouth agape while looking at him.

Clearly, he hadn't ever seen someone kill five men in one second with just a revolver. His shock disappeared though as a bullet flew over his head, barely missing him. He started blindly firing over the table like some rooky who'd never held a weapon before.

Afton thought they were pretty lucky as he'd killed the guy wielding the flame weapon. It was heavy and difficult to use, which meant that it was likely no one else knew how to use it. He peaked his head out for a moment while activating VATS, memorizing the enemies positions before aiming directly at them and firing off two shots.

Both release spurts of blood as they tumbled backwards, a new orifice created on their heads. There was four left but they seemed intent on continuously wasting their ammo to suppress them. They weren't able to fire back due to the number of bullets flying.

Fortunately, Karl was experienced in this and just signalled us to wait, they'd run out of ammo eventually. He was correct, as not two minutes later the *clicks* of empty magazines ran out. Afton grabbed the shotgun on the table and dashed out, using VATS and targeting the two closest men.

*BANG! BANG!*

Their heads were reduced to mulch from the attacks, Karl had followed him out of the kitchen and finishing off the last two with clean, methodical shots.

With that, the building went silent. The deafening cacophony of discharging firearms had ended so abruptly that it felt like all sound had permanently disappeared. Afton stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it around, still hearing the vague ringing.

"Fuck.... Fuck! You, what was that? How!" beagle mutters from behind them in utter disbelief. He simply couldn't comprehend how two men had taken on the whole gang, and without a single injury as well.

Afton raises a brow at him, "Be quiet and help us loot them." he states as he begins rifling through the deads pockets, taking any caps, chems, or other valuable items they may have had. Karl grabs a backpack from one of the crooks and stuffs all of their weapons into it, excluding the Incinerator of course, it was much to large to be held within it.

"Er... Can-can I leave now?" Beagle quickly asks after they'd finished packing all the loot.

Afton examines him to make sure he hadn't stolen anything before nodding, "Yeah, go ahead... Mind the traps as well, don't wanna get your legs blown off." he adds, causing the man to pale.

"That was good... Great, even. Didn't know you could shoot like that." Karl mutters as the duo begins looting the entire hotel for valuables. Sure the building used to belong to the Primm residence, but they were too scared to take it back, thus, the loot went to them.

"Yeah... I, wasn't confident in doing that so I never tried on live human's before." he explains, hoping it'd be enough to placate the man. He was determined to never tell anyone about the system, even if he got married and had children he'd still keep his mouth shut.