Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150920224232

"Well, if it's not broken, don't fix it!" Trigo chuckled as he swayed out of the way of the axe, then side-stepped while reloading both shotguns. Dust ammo this time. "Now, allow me to fix that mask of yours."

As the phantom readied another axe swing, Trigo blocked using both shotguns in a cross shape. The force of the blow bent him backwards, until the phantom was almost on top of him, which gave the mobster more than enough of an opening to kick his opponent squarely in the jewels. He then shoved the axe away and unloaded two blasts of fire, followed by some ice, perhaps trying to break something with thermal shock.