Ellen Park, the Lone Wanderer

It's chaos, at first - the lasers cut through the camp like red scythes from the heavens, and a handful of raiders fall before they can figure out where the fire's coming from. Then Josepha and Kate open up, and that only adds to the confusion as the bodies mount. Some of them are trying to shout orders, but their voices are lost lost over the screams of the wounded and dying.

Voodoo waits a few breaths, and then opens up with his carbine, striking down any mook still stupid enough to have a weapon in their hand. This isn't even close to a fair fight - just the way he likes it.