Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150623064331

(I'm assuming that the truck is going at "idling forward" speed for this one.)

Azulius scurried around the pillar as the angle of the shots moved, trying to keep as much of the concrete mass between him and the bullets as he could. Another smoke bomb wouldn't help just yet, and he didn't think to buy any frag grenades from the black market.

Interrupting his deliberations, one of the pickup trucks from the new direction of fire turned on and rolled towards him. ''Okay, it's going way too slowly to ram me again, so what's his play? Is he using it as cover to get close? Makes no sense, he's been trying to get away from me this whole fight. And I don't hear the shots moving around either. Unless this is a teleporting invisible jetpack ninja assassin, in which case I will flip out and level this building. But let's hedge my bets a little.''

Discarding his spent magazine, Azzie loaded a fresh drum and fired two shots each into the truck's tires. They deflated noisily, and the truck slowed to a stop. Now let's see what happens.