Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150502044323/@comment-26130256-20160127061159

"I think you've got your thinking cap on backwards, slick," Azulius observed, just barely saving his glass of orange juice from spilling from Solai's impact. "Most folks prefer asking 'Why risk getting a Grimm claw stuck in my guts when I can safely turn 'em into chunky salsa from all the way over here?'  Of course, if you can handle armor and a giant sword like that, I suppose you can be an exception." Since everyone else had pulled out their weapon for show and tell, it would have been rude to not show them his pride and joy.

"Say hello to Roaring Moxie," he pulled the gun out of his back holster and showed it to Tuckyr. "She's low maintenance, easy on the eyes, and when it comes to stamina," he held up a drum clip, the kind that he loaded with one hundred .45 ACP rounds each, "There ain't much better.  And she even transforms into a glaive-guisarme, in case I need to get up close and personal.  Load her up with some Dust ammo, and this dame will really show ya how to party."