Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26104528-20160808034000

Honara took her eyes off Azzie just long enough to see what was going on. Violet was firing a gun that couldn't be distinguished whether it was an oversized revolver or miniature grenade launcher and the odds were so heavily stacked against Basilio it wasn't even funny.

"Allright then. Sit tight, lemme find those keys." Honara sat Azzie on the hood while she started patting all around for the keys.

Ok, which pocket...which pocket...

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BONK!!

And just like that, Basilio was violently flung to the side and the glowing stopped, although there was still some residual smoke leaking out of the ice. Woozy as he was, the ganger still managed to get off one spray of bullets at Daxton and another spray at Violet.

The burst aimed at Daxton though, had a grouping at least a meter in diameter. The Horned Lizard didn't even bother trying to deflect, instead calmly side stepping the ones he could and having to tank only one, perhaps two. Effectively, the same could be said for the one aimed at Violet.

"Loretta, stay down." Daxton ordered to the croc. Having most of her hearing back, she instead grabbed her railgun and threw up a Singularity while jogging away. Basilio was now uprooted from the ground and twirling about. A sitting duck for Midsummer.

With a sound signature that betrayed the true power of its source, Daxton's super-shotgun blasted the Ganger with a quartet of .700 caliber gyrojets. With his own display of sleight-of-hand, he switched the magazine out for an incendiary magazine. Even though he only had enough dust for 7 more gyrojets, he only needed 4. A second pull of the trigger and the frozen and already weakened Basilio was hit the the most viscious of thermal shocks. Needless to say, he would not be bothering Honara or anyone else again.