User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150517233753


 * The noxious cloud curls around the shield. It does not harm Goldenheart directly, but it soaks into the barrier and slowly creeps into the air she breathes. A cold fatigue starts to grip the unicorn.


 * Upon realizing that two of his ribs are frozen together, the Death Dragon turns his head.

Myasindos: "Another one? What bizarre ponies you are, apparently lacking so much as a basic instinct for survival. But if you would prefer sooner rather than later... Your hour has come."


 * He switfly flicks his tail at the Pegasus.