User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-9204260-20150416001017

(Orbit grits his teeth in anger.)

Orbit: That's never going to happen...!

(Orbit takes a single, firm step toward Folderol, and the gravity around him and Stone Soup begins to distort, pressuring them toward the ground. Despite Vandle's apparent defection, Orbit couldn't bring himself to harm him.)

Orbit: Disperse your magic orb. This is your only warning.

"Tch... hmm. So I see your allies have arrived." Folderol sourly noted as he was pressed to the ground.

"Ah, ya are all here now?! Fo'd'rol, what we do?"

"Stone Soup." Folderol glanced at him. Stone Soup seemed to immediately understand and quickly, with a flick of the wrist, fired a power-copying beam at Orbit and in the next moment attempted to wield it to take the pressure of the group and push away the heroes.

"You can surround me all you want, but that will not nullify that!" Folderol pointed out, pointing to the orb of death hovering above. "Lay down all your arms immediately."