Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150408000748/@comment-26130256-20150409162253

"Dey told us plenty about you," Big Guy explained, removing what appeared to be a combination sawed-off shotgun and mace from his coat. "But they offered us a big check if we could solve this without violence."

"Eh, we tried buddy, can't say we didn't try," the medium man explained, producing a weapon that resembled the drunken lovechild of a fireman's ax and a very large kukri.

The shortest mobster opted for an animalistic battle cry as he jumped the bar, swinging some kind of police baton with a chamber for Dust cartridges in the base. At that signal, the giant swung his mace from the opposite direction, trying to make a pincer shape on their target. Medium was about to join in, when something the barkeep said stuck out to him. Specifically, the words facefull of lead, lovely little gun, and Az.

He spun in place to find some scrawny fellow in a blue waistcoat, probably "Az", trying to stealthily pull a sturdy-looking weapon from his chair. The mobster swung at the blue interloper, hoping to end his part of the fight before it started.

Just barely, Azulius managed to draw Roaring Moxie and block using her action. Most guns would be seriously damaged by taking a swing like that, but Thompson & Sons was notorious for overengineering their designs. Taking advangate of the axe's momentum, "Az" gave the mobster two swift kicks to the knee and stomach, then shoved him back a few feet towards the door. Medium stumbled, but landed in a good fighting stance, and charged again. Azzie sidestepped, then brought the stock of RM to bear in the other man's face with a strangely satisfying crunch.