User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150709020052

The cleaver soars through Goldenheart, hitting the wall behind her, smoking. It seems that Goldenheart has become pure fire. She giggles manically. Her voice cracks like a log in the hearth. "Fools! I shall melt the flesh from your bones."

The fire grabs one of the turtles by the neck, and tosses it across the room.