Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26130256-20151102030658

Azulius steathily dropped out of the van, very pleased that Stahlfritz's illusion plan worked. At least at first. The dame with the black hair who was obviously in charge shifted her posture rather suddenly, which was a good sign that she had figured out the ruse. At least the Purifiers torching the police cars served as a distraction for everyone, and the magician continued on unmolested.

By some miracle, one of the overturned crates he passed by was full of drums of ammo that fit Roaring Moxie, and he helped himself, beating unconscious the one cultist who had managed to see him before she raised an alarm. He made it into one of the large warehouses, looking for tools to cause chaos, and instead found a crew of bald men in robes who were performing some kind of fire manipulation technique. Azulius didn't know much about Dust injections, but it looked like the men were deep in concentration. That could be fixed.

With a smile, Azzie rolled two grenades into the center of the pack, the sounds of violence masking their approach. After the explosion, he used a crate filled with what looked like marble tiles as cover as he mowed down whichever Avatars had survived the blast.