User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-27161581-20170724034924

Sylvia turns towards Spidermane, eyes narrowing.

Sylvia: "Make me."

''With flick of her wings, Spider-mane finds himself face to face with a storm of feathers, each quill coated in somekind of liquid substance. The unpleasent liquid covering his coat also starts to harden, forming the same waxy substance Eroma recently encountered.''