Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150621063331

(Okay, point taken.  Also, if we're in a concrete parking garage here and it catches fire, something really weird is going on.)

Azulius slid back a few feet, shielding his face from the blast with the edge of his suit jacket, which was now extremely singed, along with at least one of his eyebrows. Luckily, his timing was right enough to detonate the Dust when it was much closer to Fritz than it was to him, so the blast wasn't quite as bad as the others he had felt today. But the fact that Azzie had experienced enough explosions today to compare them to one another was a bad sign.

He tossed another smoke bomb, a real one this time, into the middle of the well-used battle field. As it filled the area to give him another chance to glimpse his opponent, he sloppily switched his box magazine for a fresh drum, and prepared himself to spray one side of the column to flush out the invisible one to the other side.

Click.

The look on Azulius's face was one of pure, unadulterated horror. In his quick switch, Roaring Moxie had now jammed. He grabbed the bolt and forcefully tried to work free the shell casing that had gotten caught in the mechanism. It wasn't working.

Or at least, it looked like it wasn't working. Azzie figured that if this guy wanted him alive, a weapon jam would be a perfect opportunity to run in for a close-quarters takedown. The entire click and jam was another illusion. All he had to do was sell it well, and the Invisible Man would be charging into a full drum magazine of pain.