Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150916180541

"Good plan!" the magician agreed, grabbing as much from his locker as he could before Shani dragged him away. Once they were a few meters away, the building groaned, shuddered, and finally collapsed. Further away, the man in a pale yellow suit and fedora had just finished taking care of what looked like twenty men, the last few either out of sight or having ran away with fear. Since his uncle was now free, Azulius decided to use his help once more.

"Trigo!" Azzie shouted to the stranger. "We may have a fleeing mark.  Big guy, axe-pistols, Jack-o-Lantern mask.  Keep your eyes peeled!"

"I think I see him on infrared!" one of the gangsters on the surrounding roofs messaged, placing a tracker on everyone's scrolls.

"I'll get right on that!" the enforcer replied, sprinting past the partners while taking another drink. As he passed by the robin Faunus, her sharp eyes noticed two details that she had seen repeatedly that evening:  The same dark-brown eyes, and the same golden pin attached to his lapel.

Once the drunken master was gone, the quiet was broken by a loud *SHINGK!* noise. Uriel had not only survived the collapsing building, but had just cut his way out of the rubble. He switched his weapon back into a shotgun, loaded with Fire and Lightning Dust, and aimed at Azulius.

"You first," he said, breathing heavily. "Then the bird." He fired both barrels at once, creating an electrified fireball to attack his opposition.