User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-24422626-20170413024744


 * Blood runs down Glaive's left foreleg and mingles with the sewage at his neck, but his weapon is still in his right fetlock. He flicks his hoof, slicing one rope apart. Severing the other one with a quick hack, he rolls back to his hooves and gallops after Specter once more.*

Glaive: Stop! Stop right there!

* The next hurl is aimed at Specter's hindleg.*