User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150528022256


 * The hornets buzz furiously as Ironworks approaches and the dancing sun glints off his armor. Half the swarm dives toward the armored smith.*

* Long-Face, who is also in the elevator shaft, retreats upward with his hooves pressed over his ringing ears.

* ''Meanwhile, in the elevator, the situation is getting no better. Officer Wiggum would soon succumb to the oncoming effects of the rage gas; Strongheart is barely hanging on longer, and both exposed ponies would feel extreme pain beginning to course from their lungs to their heads. Glaive, who is on his last sip of breath, pulls Strongheart closer and lifts the unicorn toward the now-open ceiling door.''*

Strongheart, get out! Out..!

* Alfredo reaches under his suit jacket and draws his sawed-off double barrel shotgun.*

Butler: Bother...