#rl3

This guy slaps your gf ass, wyd?

Butch

Butch sees red and immediately punches him square in the jaw.

"Get the hell away from them, you sick bastard!"

He doesn't go further than that — although he gladly would — but he leaves it up to Lone to decide what they want to do about this.

Charon

Charon deftly slips behind the pig, and before he can say, "You must have sat in some sugar, because you've got a sweet ass," there's a shotgun barrel against the back of his head.

"Your hand or your head. Your choice."

"Alright, alright, big man," Dukov says as he raises his hands in surrender.

If Lone gives the order, Charon will eliminate the problem with neither hesitation nor remorse.

Clover

In one fluid motion, Clover slices his hand clean off with her sword, and will decapitate the fucker if Lone chooses not to stop her.

Cross

She practically crushes his arm in a grip of steel, fingers leaving dark bruises on his wrist.

"Nineteen years ago, I swore to protect this child by whatever means necessary. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Dukov?"

"Fuck! Yes, now let go, you crazy bitch!"

"That's Star Paladin Cross to you, civilian."

She wrenches his arm away before turning back to Lone and asking if they're alright while using her power armor-clad body to shield them from Dukov's wandering eyes and hands.

Dogmeat

Dogmeat growls and bites the hand that grabbed them before Dukov kicks him away. If Lone does not step in in defense of their dog, Dogmeat will go for his throat and it's anyone's guess who wins that fight. Dogmeat is quick and tough, but Dukov is a renowned gunslinger, booze be damned.

Fawkes

"My friend... I would advise against that if I were you."

His hand wraps around Dukov's entire head and he lifts him off the ground as he speaks. Firm pressure is applied; not enough to crush his skull, but enough to get the point across that he so easily could.

Jericho

Although Dukov is a quick shot, Jericho is quicker and sober. A speedy and precise bullet to the wrist is all it takes to make Dukov regret his life choices.

"Damn, and to think I was starting to like this place."

Before Dukov can even think of using his other hand to pull out his gun, Jericho shoots a second round through his head and steps past the body as if he were stepping past a fresh pile of centaur dung.

"You okay, kid?" Jericho asks, holstering his weapon.

RL-3

RL-3 turns towards Dukov with a whirling buzz blade and three red eyes. An astute eye would notice a brighter flame as he peers at the despicable sack of flesh before him and asks his owner: