Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150619070302

(That seems like one of the worst firearms-related ideas in the history of firearms, and that's a pretty high bar.  And yes, I did acquire Payday 2 recently, why do you ask?)

Azulius Cardamom had little formal training to speak of, but growing up in a Mob family, traveling the world as an "auditor", and being a magician had a way of teaching one a sizable bag of tricks.

In particular, he remembered that summer where the family traded his services to that gang of heisters out of Atlas in exchange for some hard-to-find goods. They were clowns, to be sure, but they were skilled clowns, and it was poetry in motion to watch them pull off a caper undetected. Sadly, the majority of the time was spent completely ruining stealth and shooting their way out of trouble. Between the harrowing escapes in vans filled with stolen goods, being forced to perform complex skills under heavy suppressing fire, and that accursed Dust-powered safecracking drill that refused to work, Azzie was pretty good at working under pressure.

That said, getting shot from behind hurts no matter how much you half-expect it, and the blow was enough to break his concentration and stop the noise that failed to disrupt the invisible assassin. Guessing from the angle of the shots he felt, Azulius charged at the crashed car. At what looked like the last possible moment, he ejected the empty drum, unfolded Roaring Moxie into a glaive-guisarme, and used it to vault over the engine block, trying to aim his feet in the direction of the gunfire for a sort of flying kick.