User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-27103443-20151018035214

Pestilence gives up her chase of Butler and heads towards the infirmary. Hawkwing stands in the door. "No farther."

Pestilence becomes solid. "Really? No farther?"

Pestilence spits acid onto the ceiling, and soon a chunck of plaster falls on top of Hawkwing, knocking him out. "Stay out of the big leagues, foal..."

She walks over Hawkwing and makes her way towards the infirmary.