Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150701042358

Azulius would have laughed if he wasn't busy avoiding being shot. Not only did his rocket-locker projectile work perfectly, it looked like the other garbage truck had crashed into the tanker as well. Maybe, the camera angle wasn't the best. Certainly better than nothing, though.

He also would have explained what had just happened to the other police officers with the traitor in the AP-290, but he and Fritz had their own problems to solve. He snuck through the cover as quickly as he could, taking out the cultists that had come to his side of the road for shelter. He used his Semblance to create a bright flash of light in the eyes of everyone left, hopefully blinding them enough for the Eliminator to finish them off. Fritz should have been safe, with those mirrored lenses in his balaclava. And if he ain't, I'll just call it a headstart on revenge, he smirked. He should learn what it's like fighting blind.

Azzie then sprinted towards the garbage truck, gun at the ready. The armed monstrosity had to slow down to drop off the squad of enemies, and he thought he might just have enough time to run aboard, disable the driver, and bring the thing to a stop. If it worked, the good guys would have a new toy to play with. A toy with an armored plow and a Quad 50.