Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150418033155

Getting closer to the action, Azulius heard a voice that should have been familiar, and a few grunts of pain. The alley in question was a sort of T-shape, with him running up the long end and the fight happening in the cross way. Looking quickly down both sides, he deduced that the six men in matching suits (probably a gang or mob crew of some kind) had tried to jump the girl, who he finally recognized, and failed miserably.

Iris Phlox. Azzie didn't know that much about her, to be honest. She was a snake Faunus, native of Atlas, sat across the aisle from him in Tactical Planning, and was probably the only one in the class with whom Azzie could talk strategy as an equal, which was a lovely change of pace. And she was certainly easy on his eyes, not that she would want anything to do with him.

The last goon's battle cry brought Azulius back to the real world. As the swordsman charged past the crossway, Azzie flipped Roaring Moxie into a glaive-guisarme, swung the hook low around the man's ankles, and pulled sharply upwards. The man did a full frontal flip, and his charge towards Iris turned into an inelegant flying tumble, not that she really needed the advantage. Using the follow through from his swing, the cardsharp spun on his heel into the main alley, turning Moxie back into a Tommy gun and loading her with a fresh drum, just in case one of the assailants was only playing dead.