Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26130256-20150905060145

(I'll hope Mauve meant to save her some in the actual lab...)

"Can't talk, party time," Azulius readied his gun and jogged into the hallway, whose smell now reminded him of a malfunctioning deep-frier. After finding the room with the prisoner, he decided to resort to the direct approach, shoving the door open and shouting "VIOLENCEGRAM!"

"What?" the closest guard asked before reaching for his knife. Before he could properly draw it, he took the stock of Roaring Moxie directly to the throat and he slumped to the ground. Azulius's strike left the barrel of the gun pointing directly at the second enemy, who was pointing a sawn-off shotgun at the magician. The soldier fired, but missed thanks to Azzie blinding her, then unloading a five round burst into her chest. The third soldier was still holding the taser he had been using to torture Honara, and lunged towards the blue-suited interloper. Azulius dodged by a hair's breadth, and the soldier landed hard on the floor and stayed there after Azzie knocked him unconscious with a kick to the head. Surveying the damage, he stuck his head out the door and called to the others.

"Erm, what do I say now?  'Clear!', I think?  We really should have reviewed that bit." Shrugging his shoulders, the mobster walked back over to the captive, who he now registered was an exceptionally beautiful woman, even with the injuries of her captors present and her clothes torn.

"Afternoon, ma'am," he began, picking the locks on her restraints in seconds. "My name is Azulius, and I am here with your rescue party this evening."