Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26130256-20150904174615

In Azulius's experience, submission holds were always a dicey affair. Not enough time, and the target wouldn't be unconscious, then get up and stab you once you forgot about them. Too much time, and you run the risk of causing permanent damage or death. Which is why he usually tried to avoid submission holds at all costs, but Catwoman here had shot his new associate in the chest and forced his hand.

"I'm trying to capture her," he grunted after seeing Akiba's scroll. "I'm just making sure she doesn't give me a new piercing like you got right there.  Unless an arrow in the chest is the new fashion now or something." The cultist's form finally slumped, and Azzie carefully set her down on the ground, checking her vitals as he went. Pulse was weak but returning, and same with breathing. He got lucky. He then handcuffed each of her hands to her opposite foot, behind her back, just in case his luck ran out.

"There we go.  You there," the magician pointed to a nearby officer. "Make sure my new lady friend gets a room with a nice view of the ocean.  And as for you, Mr Akiba," he put his arm around the samurai's good soldier as they walked towards an ambulance, "are getting a tox-screen right now.  If she poisoned that crossbow bolt, you could be dead before I could even change into a new suit.  Then, we can go find our friends and see what we missed out on while we were fraternizing with the enemy."