Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150309221223/@comment-69.146.233.150-20150313133943

Azulius had heard too many stories of people dying in firefights from being slow on the draw. So in the time that the phantom split and aimed his axes, both Cardamoms had drawn Roaring Moxie and loaded her with a fresh drum.

"My intentions are you leaving here with your metaphorical tail between your legs," Azulius replied flatly, sounding every inch the professional. "Or since I'm told you're a Faunus, maybe your literal tail.  Can't tell through that armor of yours." He trained his gun at the phantom's neck, since his head seemed to well protected.

"Now my new friend told me you've probably got some kind of head protection in that pumpkin," he contined. "But I've got a whole lot of bullets over here, and every suit of armor has its openings." He glared at the phantom, as if daring him to strike. "So is this really a hand of cards you want to bet on?"