Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150629051324

(Nah, I just have some internet fu.  Also, the phrase I'm quoting is emblazoned one one of my favorite specialty decks of cards.  Acording to my translator, factoring in some things, you typed "To the death of the deciever."  Oddly fitting.)

"...ergo decipiatur," Azulius finished, surprised that his attack worked and that he remained unexploded. With infinitely more care than before, he searched the cultists, looking for anything he could use. Sadly, the grenade was thrown, not launched, and the only explosives they had were the ones attached to their bodies. ''Say, that might just work. Unless there's a failsafe when I take the vests off''...

There wasn't, and Azzie charged towards the action, carrying the detonator in his pocket and the vests in both hands. He ran into the center of the road, just before the ice slick. Making a pile of bomb vests, he covered them with an illusion of himself firing at the truck. He ran out of the way, waiting for the truck to just barely hit the vests before hitting the detonator.