User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-5837525-20160123021816

Decibelle: ...Goldfin...?

(Gamora eyes Goldfin's state of deep despair for a few moments... before she takes to the air on her jet boots.)

Decibelle: W-Wait! Gamora?! Where are you going?

Gamora: Where else?! To shove my blade straight up Death-Stalker's poop deck! ...That is the appropriate pirating vernacular when attempting to be vulgar, yes?

Decibelle: Uh...

Gamora: It matters not! What matters is I'm bringing that ship down no matter what the cost! ...Considering what cost we may have already paid...!

(The blade-wielding Guardian rockets up into the sky while Decibelle looks back toward Goldfin. Recalling her new ability, she looks down at her hooves. Should she try and relieve some of Goldfin's pain? Or was this a sort of pain she should be allowed to bear?)

Decibelle: ...

(Star-Lord fires upon the Death's-Head's undercarriage to try and sneak in below deck.)