User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161020170503


 * Glaive sighs, rolls his neck, and kicks the dropped sword away. Not wanting any more surprises, he cuts away the fallen goat's garments with his tri-blade.

* One short minute later, the newly captured ninja is all ready for transport: limbs bound at the fetlocks, eyes blindfolded, and those pesky horns safely bundled up in the remains of the black suit.

* Glaive lifts his communicator as he presses a dressing to his wound.*

[click]

Glaive: "...It's Glaive. I have our ninja all bundled up a few streets north."

* ''Nettledew, on the other hoof, seems quite tickled by Cloudy Sky. She bends and sticks her tongue out at the colt.''*

Nettledew: ...Is Cheesecake aware of your abilities, Sapphire?