User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-5837525-20160414041209

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Orbit: Roger! Power Ponies, go!

(A rather delayed reaction on Orbit's part, as some of his teammates already began their drop upon the summit. With steeled eyes, he leaps from the edge of the open ship hatch and dives toward the mountain, using increased gravity to speed up his descent. Decibelle outstretches her wings and goes into a swan dive toward the peak.)

Star-Lord: Give 'em hell, buds!

(Just before touching the ground, Orbit slows his dive, and he drops onto the snow with such a force that it was like diving from a height of only a few feet.)

(Gamora shields herself from the sudden rush of frigid air. She could almost feel the frostbite setting in already. Nevertheless, she launches herself forward at one of the black golems. The quicker she whittled down the enemy's forces, the better.)

(Smythe straightens his glasses with mild surprise as he watches Chance enter.)

Smythe: Sir. Rare to see you leave your office. The devil must be enjoying a nice snow cone.