Ellen nods and flattens herself as best she can in the Tesla armor, silently cursing the fact that she has goggles on and not her helmet. Personally, she's rooting for the pig to win. The catfish are much too maneuverable for her to want to fight even a wounded one.
Dogmeat, however, hasn't killed anything in hours. And those things up there smell dangerous. The battle of the mutants comes to an abrupt halt as both creatures turn to stare at the sudden arrival of a whole lot of barking and fangs.
Ellen suddenly wishes she were the kind of person to swear.
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Date: 2013-09-07 04:26 pm (UTC)Dogmeat, however, hasn't killed anything in hours. And those things up there smell dangerous. The battle of the mutants comes to an abrupt halt as both creatures turn to stare at the sudden arrival of a whole lot of barking and fangs.
Ellen suddenly wishes she were the kind of person to swear.