Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26130256-20151016063817

(Here's my contribution. )

Well, this is a bossfight if I ever saw one, Azulius thought as the commanders descended from the ceiling. The White Fang leader had somehow unlocked the miracle of flight, perhaps from some winged ancestor. And the Iballin man was carrying a bullet hose that would have made Roaring Moxie feel sad and inadequate, if she were capable of such feelings.

He dove for cover, nearly getting a throwing knife in the back for his trouble. Everything Azzie knew about fighting dictated that the best course of action was to disable one of the threats so the team could focus on the other party. The machine gunner was too far away, and his Aura hands would have been impossible to penetrate from this distance. Which just left the flying knife-thrower.

Leaning out of cover, the magician opened fire on the Fang, taking advantage of the fact that those giant wings made the Faunus much less maneuverable. Once he had the other's attention, he focused his Semblance into the space directly in front of the Faunus's face, making the space explode with bright light and screeching sound. When Azzie was sure that his target was stunned, he dove to another spot of cover and fired again, hoping to disorient his foe enough to cause a crash landing.