Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150408000748/@comment-26130256-20150410004631

Azulius couldn't believe his senses. First, both sides of this little bar brawl were complaining about how they had tried to be reasonable, but in the end resorted to violence. Second, Vermont had taken down one and stunned his other assailant with almost a bored look on his face. Third, Medium Thug, the only one who had thought to turn and fight Azzie was clearly the most skilled of the three. Fourth, the men waiting outside had began to ram the locked door to gain access. Fifth, it was like Vermont had custom-built his pub to be difficult to fight in using a polearm, so he had to melee with Roaring Moxie still in gun form. All in all, things could be going better.

Azzie ducked another slash, then tried to guard with one hand and RM while striking with the other hand. Fortunately for the young magician, this mobster spent most of his fights against folks with no experience fighting, or at least guys who telegraphed their hits two days in advance. Reaching back as if he was throwing a left haymaker, Azzie bluffed the mobster into shifting his guard left, then jumped forward with a set of jabs to the center, then a knee. As he switched his gun hand for a right straight, Azulius decided to use his Semblance, making it look like three different punches were coming for the mobster. Dazed and confused, the mobster blocked an illusion and took a knuckleduster to the face as penalty. Azzie called back to Vermont.

"I don't know, my guy over here's kind of a slow study, we may need some more time to review.  But can you really ever learn too much?"

Meanwhile, the Big Guy was recovering from Game Changer's Dust attack, and feeling pretty smart, all things considered. His teammates had laughed at him for bringing his reinforced, almost armor-like suit jacket for a simple protection run, but he would be the one lauging back at base. Deciding to take a break from melee, he raised his shotgun, already loaded with red Dust rounds, and opened fire at the bartender. The giant silently hoped the fiery shots didn't ruin any good liquor, but you just didn't become a mobster if you were paranoid about collateral damage.