Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26130256-20151105200626

Well, so much for stealth, Azulius mentally comlplained, tanking the buckshot with his Aura and dodging the bayonets by a fraction of an inch. He had heard enough stories about Crusaders to know this was bad. The magician never considered himself much of a skilled melee fighter, and between the shotgun and the half-moon pike, it was obvious she was. And with Fedora on the ground, things were really not looking good. Time for some alternate tactics.

When Myra swung at him again, he threw a water Dust crystal into the path of the attack, which exploded and filled the area with a thick mist. Keeping as quiet as he could, Azzie stepped past her, pulled the pin on a grenade, and dropped it into a pocket on her cloak before disappearing around a shipping container, doubling back, and sneaking over to where Stahlfritz lay.

"Sleep when you're dead, slick," he whispered as he pulled the Eliminator to his feet. "We need ya for now."