Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150701064244

Azzie took a quick sidestep to dodge the shotgun blast, almost tripped running at full speen, then corrected at the last moment. The next time the shotgun-wielder poked his head out from the cab area, he took two rounds of a five-round burst to the head, and immediately ceased to be a threat.

Now that he could think without being shot at for a moment, the magician jumped towards the roof of the garbage truck. Just when it looked like he wouldn't make it, he unfolded Roaring Moxie into a glaive-guisarme, hooked the top rail of the truck, and swung himself through the back hatch. Punching the driver into submission was easy enough, but it took a second to wrestle the body away from the controls, a second that nearly plowed the vehicle into at least two storefronts.

"You driving this thing, or should I?" Azulius shouted, trying to make himself clear over the noise of the engine.