Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150513221358

"No sweat," Azulius tapped, as they walked back to the other gangsters. Then he saw what happened on Iris's cameras, and his precious plan winced in pain once more.

It took him a second, but he recognized Hitori Kazami. He didn't know the man very well, but he had heard rumors, not to mention that the two sparred once or twice. He fought with a pair of chain weapons, so reading his moves was frustrating. His Semblance seemed to let him create energy constructs, and he was both agile and quite cocky if he thought he had the upper hand, a trait that Azzie had exploited at least once before. Hitori also had a glass jaw of sorts when it came to taking damage, thanks to his below-average Aura. He could probably take the music man without problem, but this robbery had already gone too far south. But why in the Dust is he here?  No, better to mislead him.

Reaching into his backpack, Azulius drew out a tripwire he had made from magican's invisible thread, and stretched it across the hallway they had just moved from. Finished, he grabbed the Tesla grenade, though Iris realized that their ideas of a Tesla grenade were somewhat different.

A traditional Tesla grenade was not much bigger than a softball, and had numerous failsafes attached to avoid creating what amounted to a thunderstorm in a metal shell. The... monstrosity Iris beheld was closer in size to a small watermelon, and lacked several safety devices. In Azzie's defense, he made it larger with the assumption that Iris would be able to absorb all of the electricity before it became a problem.

"Here goes, Maggie!" he warned, removing the pin from the grenade and lobbing it into the air above them.