Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26130256-20150718042633

Sneaking his way onto the catwalk, Azulius broke stealth by spraying the catwalk with SMG fire. With nowhere to run or hide, the reaction of the enemies brought to mind several vivid sayings involving butter and large heat sources.

He advanced slowly, looking for any other tempting targets. Behind a stack of crates, he found one. Based on his hat, extra patches and medals on his uniform, and his body language, he was clearly in charge of the group surrounding him. Firing a few more shots at the rabble, Azulius charged, creating a pair of illusion clones that charged in different paths towards the officer. The two men collided like a freight train, but Azzie managed to put the Ibaali in a lock with one arm and point Roaring Moxie at him with the other.

"Afternoon, slick," he smiled, abnormally cheerful for a man in a firefight. "I love your style here, we should chat about it some time."