Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150309221223/@comment-26130256-20150313173824

(I always imagined her as on the thin side, from being a bird and all, but that wouldn't make a lot of sense using two giant dust guns)

Azzie frowned, sidestepping as many bullets as possible. This guy was amazing at dodging, and the bullets that did connect didn't seem to even faze him, lending more credence to the armor idea. I'm just wasting ammo shooting at him from this distance, he thought, ''but he doesn't seem to want to get any closer. Maybe I can fix that.''

Azulius ducked under a few more bullets and scooped up the fallen Dust. He charged at the figure, dodging as he went. When he got closer, he charged the blue crystal with Aura and threw it with all his strength. When it was at about the halfway point between them, Azulius levelled a three round burst at the gem. By some lesser miracle, one of his shots hit, fracturing the crystal and filling the space with an explosion of misty fog.

Of Azzie's Uncle Trigo, it was often said that "he walks the tightrope of genius and insanity like it was a sidewalk." If only Trigo could see me now...