Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26130256-20151116051552

Azulius vaulted up to the shipping container using Roaring Moxie's glaive-guisarme mode. It was obvious that Akiba was in a bad way, and though the magician had hands like a surgeon, he was not a doctor. He had to get the samurai out of there, and not just because he was the closest one.

After a few tries, the boy tried to suppress some panic. Azzie was never known as a strongman, and carrying Akiba would have been tough on a good day, never mind when he was bleeding out and both were at the bottom of their Aura tanks. Feeling his pockets, he found an answer in the form of his two sets of handcuffs. ''How did these get here? That Marron dame must have given 'em back when I wasn't looking. I really owe her a drink when this is done.''

Cuffing the samurai's arms together, the mobster stuck his head through the loop and gave the unconcious one a very crude piggy-back ride off the container and away from danger. Unfortunately, all of the handcuffs in the world wouldn't have made Akiba any lighter, and he struggled to move the boy with his arms and shoulders, Kannagara in one hand and Roaring Moxie in the other. Then Fritz, Dust bless his timing, called out.

"I'm over here, playing pack mule!" he shouted over the sound of metal twisting, probably the crane's supports. "Wanna lend a hand with that jetpack?"