"Huh, out of ammo..." the ranger muttered to himself from behind his improvised cover. Super mutants were closing in on him and his gun seemed to be out of it's necessary munitions.
"Oh well, time for Plan B," he said as he pulled a grenade off his belt.
"KILL HIM! CRUSH HIS-" Thunk. The grenade hit the beast right in the face before doing it's job.
"Aaaaaaaah!!!" the ranger lifted himself out of cover and started lobbing the rest of his grenades at the monstrosities.
"EAT HIS-" KABOOM!
"GET-" BAM!
"AARGH!" So forth and so forth.
The ranger ran forward through the swarm of mutants lobbing his bombs as he went, each one blowing limbs off in every direction. Through the smoke and dust, he finally made it to his team.
"Whew, oh, hey guys, huh, huh..." he said to them, panting.
"What the hell is wrong with you!? That was the stupidest, most reckless thing I've every seen anyone pull! You're lucky you've got all your limbs in place!" his commander, Reilly screamed at him.
"Hey hey, it worked didn't it? Now help me loot their bodies, I'm out of ammo," he checked his belt, "...and grenades."
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