Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150627052644

"Does this look like a gunship to you?" Violet shouted into her earpiece. "Because even if it does, it's not!  All I've got is a tow cable!"

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Azulius finally arrived on scene, new suit equipped and a second wind in his lungs. By his eyeball, the tanker was about a mile down the road, but rapidly closing the distance. He looked around the carnage, looking for anything he could use to flip the target. Every thing was either too flimsy to be much good, or too heavy to move without help, and Violet wouldn't make it in time to tow things. But before he could start, he heard some kind of movement in the alley behind him, followed a few seconds later by a soft *foomp* noise.

Almost in slow motion, Azzie ducked under the launched grenade, drew and loaded Roaring Moxie, and sprayed the alleyway with bullets. With so little space to maneuver, the squad of Dawnies had nowhere to go. He charged over to the dead, dying, and incapacitated cultists, frantically searching for some mines or explosives or anything that could help him stop that truck.

"Hey, everyone?  The tanker truck's not everything the Order brought to this little shindig.  I just fought through some of their party favors, and there's probably more where they came from.  Keep on your toes!"