User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150825000313

(Masquerade grits her teeth. She'd gotten some intel on this "Death-Stalker" but heard nothing regarding the fact he was a ghost. How do you apprehend that which you can't touch?)

Masquerade: Grrr...

Mareoni: I guess that settles that then. So, filly, unless you want a gaping hole in your head, I suggest you stand down, pipe down, and let me get what's comin' to me.

Masquerade: (Oh, you'll get what's coming to you, you gluttonous son of a...) Go ahead and shoot me. My missiles will fire regardless. And I'm not leaving without these weapons!

Mareoni: Neither am I.

(With a stamp of Mareoni's hoof, one of his henchponies leaps up from Masquerade's blind spot, pouncing upon her and pinning her to the ground. Another henchpony seizes her missile trigger.)

Masquerade: B-Bastard!

Mareoni: So much for "incompetent company", eh? Now then, where were we?

(In the distance is the faint sound of more car engines. Cobbletrot's cavalcade approaches.)