User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151018025410


 * Flashfire very nearly rolls her eyes. Sapping the very strength of his enemies was exactly what the Death Dragon did. But then that familiar sensation of weakness begins to set in.

Flashfire: "Flattered, but if I had a bit for every time my strength's been drained... Never mind."


 * She cloaks her fists in fire and throws a vicious hook at the fell horse.

Flashfire: "Here, stringbean, have a knuckle sandwich!"

Deer 2: "I was being sarcastic... Nitwit."

Deer 1: "Explain both of them then."