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Dmitri knew the NCR couldn't hold their flank at Nelson,and he did not want to risk the Legion winning at the dam,so he went and dealt with them accordingly.

The one named Dead Sea,or something like that had gotten away,screaming something about an cyclops killing his men. Apparently,the silenced rifle,and the knife to them caused the "fearless" Legion soldier to snap and break.

"Hm, Guess I am to be feared now. They hate me,and they fear me." he said with a smile as he watched the terrified man run from his post. The man will probably be crucified by his own kin for deserting the rest.

He moved around the outskirt of Nelson,picking targets of opportunity when the chance allowed it. He had found a small group of men,totally unaware of their fellow brothers falling and laying in the bloodied sand.

"This man," Dmitri thought "Will not be as lucky." and as he thought that,the knife slide cleanly between the Legionaries ribs and he spasms as the mans heart torn itself apart on the sharpened edge of the blade. His senses so finely tuned that he could feel his heart on the handle,it was pounding itself into dust. Dmitri laid him upon the ground to avoid making noise,he caught a glimpse of the mans eyes. They were filled with a wide variety of emotions,from fear,to hate,to ones in between that Dmitri knew nothing of.

He moved on from the small group of soldiers,killing each one silently and quickly,then once all was clear,he allowed the NCR to claim what was theirs and he left,back into the Desert from where he came.