Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150309221223/@comment-26130256-20150315153533

Even if his face didn't show it, Azulius was smiling on the inside. It looked like ol' Jack-o-Lantern did have his fear of death after all. He couldn't see exactly how far away the phantom was when the thrown crystal exploded, but Azzie certainly felt his eyebrows singe a little. In addition, there was another smoke cloud obscuring the battlefield, taking the place of the fog that the fire hydrant dissipated. Switching the half-full red magazine for a regular drum, he looked around for the phantom, including the tops of the buildings and streetlights. The guy was pretty good at sneaking around, and Azulius didn't want to be ambushed again.

"What's wrong, slick?  I thought the Reaper couldn't get you twice?" he added, hoping to appeal to the phantom's ego if not his tactics.

(Say, where's Shani?  I imagined you would have done a cutaway paragraph at what she was seeing and thinking during this fight by now.  How should we incorporate that?)