Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150309221223/@comment-26130256-20150315204354

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The phantom took the one route Azulius never expected:  the blatantly obvious one. There wasn't enough time to swing at him, nor shoot, nor even try to punch him, ineffective though that may have been. Azulius had just one trick he could think of, and he took it.

Back when Azulius first figured out his Semblance, he could only make large amounts of light or sound; making something that looked like anything took lots of practice. But even then, turning anything into a flashbang grenade was an excellent distraction.

Hoping he hadn't forgotten those old days, Azulius opened his mouth, focusing his Semblance into a single, bright point of light just above his tongue. To anyone watching, it looked like Azzie had a giant searchlight coming out of his mouth, or maybe a signal flare or an arc welder. But all he cared about as he directed the beam towards the eyeholes of the phantom's scuffed-up mask was whether the beam would blind or at least distract the phantom enough for a counterattack. This is the river card for this hand, Azulius thought, and looks like I'm going all in.