Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26157988-20150306045943/@comment-26157988-20150308053510

Basil watched as the DJ outright pummeled a thug as he fired off the rest of his dust reserves, pushing the rest of the Drifters into cover behind over turned tables and couches.

"Oh, you're fighting now?" he hollered his new ally. "Well Ring-a-ding. You take care of the five on that end, I got the five over here." Sliding the latch on the barrel grip of the rifle, Basil unsheathed the hatched edge on Glass Mikado and watched for one of them to poke out from behind cover.

After two seconds, a drifter hiding behind a plush chair rolled out and fired a couple rounds from a cheap handgun. Basil activated his semblance and used his newfound speed and agility to weave forwards towards his new quarry. With three swings he disarmed the thug, knocked him off balance, and sent him flying through the air with an upwards cleave. Hunkering down in the now unoccupied cover of the chair, Basil reloads his gun.