*pulls cloak back from new Enclave gear, swings SCAR-17 forward.* Oh yeah. *Terrifying Presence* You tremble as I stare into what seems like you very soul, and without warning, i let loose a barrage of rounds from the SCAR. And theses aren't normal rounds. They're hollow points, with a chunk of dry ice under the tip of the round, colder than water. Bringing CO2 to the firefight.