Let the Hunt begin.
Who was this coming up to him in a pathetic-looking car? Oh. Just some skeleton-thing. Not worth it yet. There were bigger things to kill. Bigger things to hunt. He could come later. Maybe a useful ally. A Brother who could bring their own ride was nice.
Judging by the sounds of fighting down near the entrance, they were close by. The Road Warrior raises a battered flare gun upwards as his lone, loyal Brother in Arms stops next to him; he was a man he'd picked up after he'd saved him from a bunch of raiders on the long dusty endless highway. Or maybe it was Nebraska. It never mattered where. Anyway, this man was nothing special; just another biker with a shotgun. No special powers, no nothing. Still, an extra hand was useful.
He fires, signalling the beginning of a fight. His Brother in Arms revs up their bike; a similar bike in design to the Warrior's Pursuer, saved only for his lieutenants, called the Interceptor. Should this Brother fall, the next to replace him would get this one.
"What a day." The Warrior says, calm as a mountain spring. For others, this was hell. For him and his brothers in arms, this was a normal day.
He revs up the Pursuer, ready to charge in.
"What a lovely, lovely day." No. Scratch that. It was a lovely day.
He and his Brother charge in.
It was either time to die historic, or time to show the world why the Road Warrior alone rode eternal, shining and chrome.
Hopefully the latter.
Actions:
TRW: Drive in, Shoot Stormtrooper Platoon
Brother [Biker]: Shoot Stormtrooper Platoon