Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150616012905

One thing Azzie had noticed over his many years was that you never truly know what you're capable of until you have to find out. Before that day, Azulius would never have thought he had the leg strength to jump a car from a cold stop, but he did, almost missing being hit by a fraction of an inch.

He looked around quickly, only to notice that the car that almost made him even skinnier than before had no driver. Suspecting fowl play, he put his plan to action, and did what great gamblers have done since the dawn of time.

Make it rain.

The Dust rounds demolished the IR sensor, and gave off enough heat to trigger the sprinklers, covering the garage in rain. But sadly, there was no convenient silhouette of his opponent to guide his bullets. But what about that?  he thought, glancing at the open stairway. The sprinklers don't reach there enough to work, so maybe.

Azzie put his idea to the test and sprayed the door to the stairway with  the other incendiary bullets, hoping for some kind of sign that his attacker was there.

(Would you believe this entire plan was inspired by such a simple phrase?)