User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161020013434


 * Glaive spots the goat's sword coming at him and reflexively catches it in the crook of his fetlock—Orbit's call and the vibrating of his communicator, however, prompt him to hesitate for an instant.

* ''The blow slides to the side and slows somewhat, but it still pokes Glaive in the shoulder, drawing blood. The stallion grits his teeth and slowly pushes the blade away, making sure to grind the edge into his enemy's own leg on its way back.''*

Glaive: ...!

* ''Star-Lord happens upon the armory and the firing range therein. Kick the bat-pony is sitting at a table here, disassembling and reassembling some sort of grappling hook gun—blindfolded. Her ears prick upon the Guardian's arrival.''*

Kick: Hello, Star-Lord.