Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26130256-20151030180451

With a groan, Azulius pulled himself to his feet, supporting himself with Roaring Moxie. Trying to fight the slant of the ship, he followed the Eliminators up towards the Nepheles, ready to provide any covering fire they needed. While taking a moment to rest would have been welcomed, Azzie's short career had already taught him the lesson that you don't start relaxing until you've shaken any tails and are back in the safe house.

Secondly, while he'd never admit it soberly, the magician always had somewhat of an inferiority complex regarding his skills and abilites, and his near-death experience with Stahlfritz a week earlier still stung a little to think about. If he was going to keep making friends with Eliminators like he had been, he had to prove he wasn't going to be dead weight.