Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150309221223/@comment-26130256-20150314235706

"And you should have learned..."

Azulius tanked the axe blow with a little help from his Aura, but he could feel that he didn't have too many more attacks like that left in him. Considering the angle his weapon was at, he flipped the handle around, spinning it into a underhanded strike to the head with the handle end of the glaive-guisarme.

"...not to mess with..."

In combination, Azzie lunged forward, stabbing again with the handle. The stab was off-side a little, but Azulius never bet on the blow landing. His real intention with the stab was to get close enough to the phantom to drop a little something in his jacket pocket: the second, bright red Dust crystal that had "fallen" out at the begining of the fight.

"...the friend of a Cardamom!"

Azzie had learned plenty of wonderful things from the magic shop back in Vacuo, including the basics of pickpocketing from the owner, a man called Blackstone. As an added test, Blackstone made sure to teach him not just how to take things from people, but how to plant things on them. However, he probably never imagined Azulius would use his teachings in the middle of a street fight with an axe-wielding phantom. Probably.