Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150915185711

Uriel Espinas always had good spatial memory, so he aimed Lupara once more at Azulius's head. "Tough hand, gambler," he smirked. "How bout I shoot you first so you don't have to hear her screams?"

Trying to hide that he was considering the offer, Azulius turned towards Shani, his voice heavy.

"I'm sorry, Shani, I've got nothing on me.  Forgive me." He turned back to the Blackbriar, his voice leaden.

"Something you got wrong about me, Uriel.  I'm not a gambler, that's Azzie Cardoso, of Beacon.  My name is Azulius Mignoli Cardamom, and I'm a conman.  And you know what we conmen do when we don't like the rules?" He smiled a wicked smile.

"We cheat."

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"That's the signal!  Now!" Trigo shouted, and three different things happened at once.

On a nearby rooftop, a gunner launched a rocket-propelled grenade into the connector that supplied power to the formerly abandoned warehouse, destroying power to even the last light and the saw blade.

Second, another team launched Azzie's rocket propelled locker through the wall of the warehouse, demolishing the saw and the cage around it, though Shani and her bonds were untouched.

And perhaps the most scary of all, Trigo took another swig of flask before grabbing his shotguns and walking purposely towards the Blackbriar muscle, who were already distracted by the other events. The first man tried to end the drunk stranger with one swing of his axe, and got disarmed, tripped, then shot in the leg as payment. As the others launched their fruitless attack against the Tornado, he began to sing, though the song was much slower and more ominous than normal:

''What do you do with a drunken Huntsman? / ​What do you do with a drunken Huntsman? / ​What do you do with a drunken Huntsman? / Early in the morning?''