Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26130256-20150919212202

Azzie stifled a laugh as he saw the chaos unfold. For having just met hours ago, or minutes in Honara's case, their little crew had some pretty impressive teamwork. Perhaps it would be in poor taste to propose robbing a bank after this was over, but impressive nonetheless.

The magician could have stayed there thinking and spraying suppressive fire for a while if his ears didn't pick up the skittering of the Anansi. Great...  He grabbed a fire Dust crystal and threw it into the crawlspace, then ignited it with Roaring Moxie. The resulting *FWOOSH* took out half of them, but the other half had unanimously agreed that the blue individual was now their primary threat.

Azulius bolted across the room to another cover site, trusting to his combat suit and Lady Luck that he wouldn't get perforated by gunfire. His fortunes held, except for several bullets grazing his clothes, but Lady Luck never gave Azzie the time of day without making him pay for it, and his new hiding place had a Iballin sniper trying to line up a shot.

"What the--" was all he managed to say before being knocked out by Roaring Moxie's stock in the face.

"Sorry, slick," Azulius apologized, taking an incendiary grenade from the man's belt and lobbing it at the leftover Anansi. "I need this spot more than you do."