Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150616233507

If Azulius wasn't already sure that Stalhlfiritz was in that stairwell, the concussive grenade that rolled out confirmed it. Luckily for Azzie, the crashed car served as excellent cover, and the grenade left him shaken, but unstirred. But strangely, no charging assault followed. Then the sprinkler system stopped.

''He must have snuck down below to kill my little rainstorm. Question is, how is he coming back up?''  The elevator dinged, signalling its return to the fifth floor. ''Okay, one question solved. Now what kind of welcoming party can I prepare for him in the handful of seconds I have left 'til he gets here?''

Azulius ran to the elevator door, then thought better of it and took a firing stance deep off to one side, a fresh drum at the ready. Remembering his foe's calling card from the last couple rounds, Azulius focused his Semblance around his head, creating a construct that was thick and dark, but not opaque, not unlike a large set of wraparound sunglasses. ''That should be enough if this guy tries another flashbang. Hopefully, this will teach him not to repeat his tricks.''