Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26130256-20150828192238

After a few lengthy seconds of gunfire (but fortunately, no screams of pain), Azulius cleared out of the crawl space and jumped to his feet. In a flurry of slow motion that almost looked choreographed, he took his weapon back from Ingraham, ejected the drum magazine with an elaborate twirl, loaded a magazine of Lightning Dust, and landed in a ready position, ready to unleash hell upon the death-spiders.

Unfortunately, Beige was mostly correct. The entire swarm of Anansi had either been melted, frozen, or shot to pieces, except for one that was still scuttling towards them. Azzie neutralized the tiny threat with a simple three-round burst clean through the body, then slumped his shoulders. He hated missing out on team fights.

"You've gotta be kidding me," he groaned, bracing himself for the inevitable insults.