User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-24422626-20150828041133


 * Shutting his laptop and leaving it with the rest of his gear, Glaive flies for the hill, gritting his teeth. Without his tri-blade, he cannot intercept the smaller munitions.*

[click]

"Incoming missiles! Clear the hill!"

* ''Long-Face hops out, grinning. His leg is nearly finished regrowing.''*

Long-Face: Hm-hm... I will meet you all later. There is an errand I have been longing to run.