User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20141205203625


 * Glaive takes a deep breath of the chilly air, looking silently over the half-destroyed building, and raises his metallic right foreleg. In a sudden motion faster than anypony could blink, a strange tri-bladed weapon suddenly unsheathes itself, popping out in Glaive's hoof with a lethal shiiinng sound.*

Understood, Captain...

* He moves to follow Ironworks to the back.*