User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7562999-20151115042947

Pestilence screams in rage. "I CANNOT BE CONTAINED!"

The plasma prison strains and grows thin. She is on the edge of breaking free.

Death lets out a sigh and looks at the Death Dragon and War fighting. He smiles coldly. He raises his hooves to the sky. "THOSE SLAIN IN BATTLE AND IN POVERTY AND IN STRIFE! SERVE ME!"

Ghostly shades rises from the cloud and begin to attack the Dragon, eating away at his very skin. Thunder and SH are also assaulted, allowing War to retreat for a bit.