Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150807221018

"I've got here two barrels with high explosive Dust round," the gangster continued, also looking unphased. "I've cracked open an Atlesian Paladin with these things; I doubt your helmet would pose much threat.  Or maybe these," he pressed a button, and two sinister obsidian blades slid out from Lupara's barrels. "I cut off the head of a King Tajitu with one swing.  I don't need to hit your head through your helmet if I just take it off your shoulders.  Then your little Headless Horseman cosplay will be complete."

"And I would pay some good money to see you try to handle this guy.  He's a professional; the kind of con artist that only shows up once a generation.  He would become your best friend, rob you blind, and disappear like smoke.  And all you would have left was a single name:  Azulius Cardamom." The loathing in Uriel's voice was audible as he spat out the name of his nemesis.