Darkspawn. Please. Darkspawn have nothing on this high-grade laser-rifle deal Rocket gave him. Best Christmas present ever. The only issue is the same one he had with the last event: the rifle is just so damned loud. Every time he blasts one of those bastards apart with a shot of superheated plasmic energy, another one springs up from the fucking ether. So he seizes advantage of a lull in the combat to charge deeper into the aptly-named Deep Roads.

Good thing he recognizes the silhouette of the first human being he comes up on. When you've got a fondness for that shade of yellow, you tend to stand out.

"Oh, shit." Alex lowers the rifle, raking his free hand through his hair. "Hey. It's, uh, it's you."