Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26130256-20150905214937

As the rest of his friends left the room, Azulius wrenched his eyes away from "Ms. von Anhult" long enough to survey his handiwork. One dead, one unconscious, and one that was hard to tell. Nope, he's dead, Azulius confirmed, feeling the first of the bodies for a pulse. ''I suppose it's hard to breathe after taking a gun to the trachea. Too hard. But now for the one that's still alive.''  Using the chains and locks that had been holding the Eliminator moments ago, he dragged the unconscious body into the room and hogtied it. Once more, he silently thanked Blackstone for persuading him to learn the basics of escapology, since he knew exactly how to restrain the soldier to make escape the most difficult. The job done, he grabbed the taser and held it towards her.

"I don't know if you're big into revenge, but he's not getting out of those bonds without help or training." Setting the taser on a nearby table, Azzie began wracking his brain for why this woman looked so familiar. Finally, it hit him, and he pulled out his scroll to confirm. He flipped through the digital copy of the Black Dawn's Demonology until he found the page he had bookmarked.

'The Butcher,' the cult had labeled her. While the picture had taken some liberties with her armor, the face was certainly the same. So this was Honara von Anhult, Stahfritz's childhood friend. At last, he had a face to go with the name.

"So tell me, Ms. Honara," he asked with a smile. "How does my Uncle Trigo behave himself, over at Flagg?"