Mojave Dust On My Boots

Walker sat at the long table in the sparkly clean palace. He had already eaten a breakfast of pork 'n beans and was doing some periodic weapon maintenance, ol' Three Dog would be proud. It had been a week since he had the incident in that town to the east with some griffons.

To his left sat sun butt looking a bit awkward. "So," She started. "How are you this morning Messiah?" He just continued to swab the pieces of his .45. "Are yo-" She was cut off by Walker pulling up the gas mask on his helmet and belched.

"Don't talk to me." Was all he said before reassembling the .45 in lightning speed and pulling out his broad machete.

"You know Messiah," said the only other human at the table. "If you wanted I could make that sword so that you never have to repair it again. I'd just have to take it down to the smithy and enforce it with some of the Skyforge steel I carry."

Walker looked at him quizzically. "How many caps?" Since he was 19 he had been using caps as a currency, it was just one of those things he wouldn't give up.

HH ( the nickname he had given the other man, short for Horse- Humper) gave a curious expression. "I don't know about caps but I'll do it for free." How...friendly, he didn't like it.

"What are you going to do to it, make it so that when I touch it, it explodes?!" It had been a good long while since anyone had done anything for him, 'specially concerning taking his weapons.

"No, I was just being friendly. After breakfast I'll take it down and work on it, you can watch if you want." That would make it easier.

Nodding he agreed and continued to work on the other weapons. After about ten minutes another voice spoke up. "Excuse me sir, could you please take that dreadfully nasty, noisy business elsewhere, this guy sounded like a prick.

Looking up he could see a white stallion with a blonde mane looking at him from just down the table. Smiling Walker drew his head back a bit, without warning he hocked a lougi at the stallions bowl. Everyone at the table went silent, a few mares actually seemed to have fainted.

"How dare you! The other human may have bested me but you shall not! A duel in the courtyard now!" The stallion yelled.

Selfridg leaned toward Luna and whispered something to her. "Blueblood doesn't know it but Messiah is almost as well trained as me, if he really sets in on him then we won't be able to save Blueblood."

In the courtyard

Walker stood across from the stallion in the courtyard. In Blueblood's magic was a rapier of high quality, in Walker's hands...nothing. "Where is your sword?!" he called at Walker.

"Don't need one." He yelled back standing in wait.

Blueblood huffed and ran at him. The way he carried the sword brought back bad memories for Walker. It was the same way the first man, a security guard in his vault carried the baton he started to beat him with, it was the was a raider that stabbed him carried his combat knife, the way the Legate carried The Monster of the east.

Everyone watched as Walker shook his head violently. Blueblood stopped and starred for a moment before the shaking stopped. Walker looked up at him with a crazed look. Slowly he began to walk toward the stallion. When he got close he grabbed him by the neck and smiled evilly at him. "I'm gonna have a bit of fun with you."

Turning Blueblood in his hand he started smashing his face into the ground. "This is for the Elder Lyons! This is for my dad! This is for the waste! And this is for retribution!" He yelled at him. When he felt someone pull on his hand and release his grip he began bringing the steel toe of his right boot against the stallions gut.

"Let him go Messiah!" Someone yelled pulling him back feebly. Walker kicked back at whoever was trying to pull him and they released. Grabbing the stallions bloody face he brought the bash-plate on his helmet against his nose.

Getting up he grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. "Death would be a fun release now wouldn't it?!" Without warning he reached over with his free hand and twisted Bluebloods hoof backward. Even through the screams he continued to twist it.

When a sickening snap was heard across the courtyard he dropped Bluebloods shaking body. "Oh did I hurt you? Here I know medicine let me help." Unbuckling the belt that ran below his bandoleer he pulled out his lighter. Slowly he heated up the metal star that adorned the belt. "I'm going to cauterize the wounds first."

Before anyone could respond he pushed the burning hot metal star against his face. Another scream echoed through the courtyard, louder and with far more intensity.

Buckling the belt back he began to walk away. Everyone ran over to check on Blueblood, he was alive but brutally beaten. "Shouldn't have been talking shit." Was all they heard before Walker left the courtyard.