User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-7345250-20160704190745


 * Goldfin retches, disgusted and horrified by this discovery. Is this really the price of crossing Nero. She mentally shakes her hoof at him, knowing she cannot safely free these ponies until the vessel surfaces. She was wrong about him. Nero is not a mere tyrant—he is a monster!


 * Once her queasiness subsides, rage sets in. These mysterious tentacles are all but Nero's own hoof, and so they must be stopped if his villainy is to be undone.


 * Goldfin snorts and releases the tendril, kicking off of the tube to plant her hooves on the floor. If this creature will not submit to her will, it will submit to violence. Glowering, she bids her trident to do its work...


 * Shluk! Shluk! Shnik! Shnik! Shhhhlt!


 * The weapon rapidly warps about and slices the tendril from all sides.