User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-5837525-20160122045240

(Every muscle feels like lead as Orbit, Decibelle, and Gamora struggle to move. Using more effort than would be applied otherwise, Orbit projects a magic force field to shield himself and the ponies around him from the falling ceiling debris.)

Decibelle: Agh!

Gamora: B-Blast!

(Star-Lord's voice pipes in over the comms.)

Star-Lord: ''Hey, guys? Giant pirate ship showed up. Is that what I think it is?''

(With considerable strain, Orbit reaches for his comm device.)

[click]

Orbit: Disable it, Star-Lord! Take it down now!!!

Star-Lord: Got it!

(Still airborne, the Power Plane strafes around the Death's-Head's perimeter and fires upon it with machinegun fire.)