Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150309221223/@comment-26130256-20150316014155

Azulius smiled as he watched the phantom beat a hasty retreat. Any other day, he would have pursued the man, but right now, standing upright was taking most of his energy. He flipped RM back into a glaive-guisarme and used the blunt end to support himself. His suit was shredded and soaked from the hydrant, and he could feel himself bleeding from of at least one injury. Azzie looked up at his friend, who was making sure the phantom didn't come back.

"Your timing is really something, doll," he said, smiling weakly. Now comes the damage control, Azulius thought. ''Does she think any less of me for my fighting style? Do I look bad for needing her life-saving help? And worst of all, did she hear me admit to being a Cardamom? ''While it probably wasn't very healthy mentally, focusing on something helped keep his vision from going too fuzzy.