User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-5837525-20160416012406

Gamora: We appear to be making little progress...!

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Gamora: Glaive! Have you closed off the distortions that the Beacon is creating?

(Decibelle looks over to where the others fight Rat Trap and his golem. They were fighting their hardest against an otherworldly enemy, and she was wasting her time on an old love who may or may not be undead. What was she doing? Nothing productive, at least. Phoenix could wait. The Power Ponies had a more immediate crisis. Determimed to make herself useful, she shoots toward the golem, unleashing a sonic scream upon it in an effort to break apart its icy coating.)

Smythe: You need only look around you, sir.

(Behind walls of protective glass, several mutated ponies can be seen to Chance's left and right. One had flesh that stretched like rubber. Another was covered in bulbous growths. Yet another had overgrown hair and growled like a wild animal. That one in particular, upon seeing Chance, leapt at and pounded on the glass like a caged timberwolf. Another pony even looked like a timberwolf, as if his flesh were made of splintery bark.)