Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150624041722

"Yipe!" Azzie shouted, ducking his head before another burst of ammo gave him a Van-Gogh-style ear piercing. Okay, he clearly moved, and he's somewhere behind the truck. But where? After a few moments, he launched a new plan.

The Cardamom heir slid another smoke grenade under the truck, stopping about two meters from Fritz. As the smoke began to thicken, two Azuliuses charged from opposite sides of the truck, spraying the area with fire from Roaring Moxie. One perk of hundred-round magazines was being able to spare a few bullets for finding a target before you unloaded at them. Even if one of the magazines being sprayed was an illusion.