It has come to this.
I face Legate Lanius this day. I have heard stories that he is an unstoppable monster in hand to hand combat. A titan upon the battlefield. Seven feet tall, more powerful than any man has a right to be. With the mighty Blade of the East.
I destroy his men, fighting my way into his camp, my army of Securitrons decimating his forces with ease. I reach him, alone. We face each other one on one. I with the Blade of the West and my Advanced Riot Gear. Him with his Blade of the East and the Legate's Armor. Battle begins. I block his swipe, and slam him with the Mauler attack. He flies through the air and rolls down the hill behind him. I jump after him, catching him as he stands unsteadily at the edge of a fence, still on the hill. I hit him again, and he tumbles off the fence and into the camp. I drop down next to him, and slash again and again.
After a long moment, I realize he's been dead for awhile and that his Praetorians are surrounding me, battering me with Ballistic Fists and shooting me with Marksmen Carbines. I butcher them all in an instant, and move to exit the camp, when a blinding flash stuns me.
General Oliver and four NCR Veteran Rangers storm through the breach. We have a... Pleasant discussion, and I order my Securitrons to sterilize the area of NCR. I slash General Oliver once, and he goes flying forty feet into the air, over the fence of the Legate's camp, dead.
Holy shit, I am a bad motherfucker.
Fallout New Vegas