Fallout: The Ruined York (Open and Accepting)

[Zahzi]

"Clearly."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Trig could put you down if he wanted to!"  

[Zahzi]

"A Belt-Fed Heavy Machine Gun takes time to fire. Time I can use to shoot through the mask, ending it before he fires off a round."

". . ."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"And who says he'd use that, hm?"  

[Zahzi]

"Because it is all he is carrying at the moment. For one so PREPARED for survival, your sight seems to be lacking."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"It's the only weapon you can SEE."  

[Zahzi]

"Had he been carrying more, the descent down from the building would have crushed his legs on impact."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"It wasn't THAT high up."  

[Zahzi]

"A weapon like that weighs close to fifty pounds. Add the weight of his suit to that was well and jump off the roof of a one story building."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"He's not a weakling either."  

[Zahzi]

"Gravity does not play favorites."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"But men grow to be strong and resist to breaking parts."  

[Zahzi]

"What part of GRAVITY, WEIGHT, and HIGHT, isn't getting through that thick skull of yours?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"The part that Trig would be fine!"  

[Zahzi]

"Yes, he would survive NOW. But any additions would tip the scale."