Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150917054125

Uriel dove out of the way of the reflected fireball, then kept rolling to avoid a burst of ammo from Roaring Moxie.

"She's got a point, Espinas," Azulius replied sternly. "Your beef is with me, so let the dame go, and I swear she won't interfere."

"Now, most days, I might consider that offer," Uriel reloaded, walking slowly towards his enemies. Lupara was built for close-quarters slaughter, and he was still a little too far away to feel comfortable. "But you see, like we discussed back during storytime, your family practically wiped out my entire crew.  Killing one of your friends doesn't even begin to be payback.  But it is a start."

Uriel fired both barrels at the ground between Azzie and himself, one containing an explosive round for a loud bang, the other with some kind of smoke grenade recipe. The Blackbriar reloaded and charged through the smoke, swinging Lupara's macuahuitl form at Azulius's head. The magician dodged at the last second, switched Roaring Moxie into a glaive-guisarme, and began trading blows with the enraged enforcer.

"Something you missed, Azzie," Uriel observed, clearly having an easier time than Azulius, who was out of his element and had just taken a severe beating. "You said you saw that Faunus bastard's face when he dragged himself to your house.  But didn't you think his facial scars looked a little off?  Almost like... barbed wire across the face?"

Azulius paused, realizing his mistake. Yeah, the accountant's injuries had strange little stab wounds along with the blunt trauma, but he was too young to realize it. Was Uriel seriously implying that-

"Gotcha!" he shouted again, driving a haymaker punch into Azzie's face. With his Aura-thorns extended on that hand, it was a staggering blow, and Uriel charged forward to press the attack.