User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-7562999-20170330013021

Goldenheart skids to a halt...and then turns. She saw the spell land...and she is not happy about it. Her voice has a dangerous edge. "You DO NOT touch my daughter, you son of a bitch!"

The air temperature drops rapidly and Goldenheart's horn lights up. The firdt guard tries to swing at her, but her strike is parried easily by a black knife. Before the guard can react, the knife rips her throat out and she falls to the floor bleeding profusely...the second and third never reach Goldenheart...the are a pile of ash before they even reach her. The foorth raises her blade to strike down, but ends up having her blade redirected into her own cut...felled by her own blade. The fifth, sixth, and seventh are turned into insects and trodden upon. The eigth and ninth writhe in pain on the ground as cuts begin to appear on their bodies...the tenth has her mind broken and is turned against the eleventh and twelveth...the thirteenth and fourteenth are dispatched when a crevasse appears below them and they are sucked into an abyss. The fifteenth...turns tail and runs. Iris is left alone. She takes a step back as Goldenheart advances. The black mage's eyes glow white and the air around her crackles with electricity. "You have made a horrible mistake."

A spell blows Iris in the wall, knocking the wind out of Iris. Before the Alpha Duchess can recover, she is picked up by Goldenheart's magic and slammed against the wall. Then, Goldenheart's magic starts to twist the Duchess's foreleg...Iris cries out in pain, but Goldenheart pays no heed...then, there's a horrible cracking noise as the bone breaks violently. The Duchess screams in pain. Then, Goldenheart starts to twist the other leg, the captive pony kicking, flailing, and screaming in pure agony. Hawkwing cringes..."Goldenheart...stop..."

Goldenhrart doesn't listen as the second leg snaps.