No seriously they have to be magic, because they out perform me in the [censored] department.
All righty so I took Artair out to go scavenging in Lexignton. And you know that catawalk, just across from the super duper mart. Well there's a crazy raider that has power armor with a fatman. Trying to play touchdown with his mini nukes. Too bad I am wise to his tricks because it wasn't Artair who got me that achievement, but another character of mine Nash.
Well I am not so worried about the raider in the power. I am more worried about the raider with the ridiculous amount of range and spread with his shotgun. I am not joking. I am down on the ground, a good couple distance with my sniper rifle. Yet, he manages from across the way to keep pinging me with a shotgun. Not even modified with a scope, with a [censored]tier range than my sniper rifle.
I'm....not even....
Raiders are magic. It's all I got to say.
Another one is whenever a Raider throws a grenade. Apparently Bethseda doesn't really understand the concept of cover. Because I manage to get out of the radius blast of the grenade that's chucked at me. I get behind some cover, not even a car, but a good size of wall that will keep some of the blast off of me.
Not according to Raiders or Bethseda, because I insta died and got exploded, behind a piece of wall, that should have absorbed all the blast radius for the most part.
And the last one is Moltov's Moltov's Moltov's.
Whoever decided to give Raiders moltovs were seriously smoking something. I do not know how Raiders can throw infinite amounts of moltovs, but apparently they can. I got int a room with some Raiders, a good group of them. I couldn't actually get into the room to kill them in this unmarked little building because they kept chucking moltov after moltov after moltov after moltov. Artair finally said f this and left.