Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150711194841/@comment-25127382-20150731151632

"Sorry, this is my unit." Lavinia replied. "My unit doesn't have time to surrender to glorified lighters. Still though, I'm a smoker. Want a job?"

Suddenly, Elizabeth threw her scythe at the machine, spinning the scythe through the air. Whether the scythe hit or not, the binding magic would ensure that it circled around and returned like a boomerang.

(I would prefer to avoid capture, as no one is stupid enough to capture masked enemies without confiscating their weapons, masks and armour, revealing their identities. Other than Payday cops, that is. Surrender or retreat are last resorts.)