User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7345250-20160411205927

Golden Age: Ｗｅｌｌ， ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｎｏｔ ｍｙ ｐｒｏｂｌｅｍ ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ．

Golden Age: "Well, isn't that funny? 'Somewhere far away' is exactly where I plan to go. So those are your options: cooperate with me and come to Maretropolis—and I don't extend this invitation to just anypony—or don't cooperate and face Nero's wrath instead."


 * The yak general stumbles and skids to a halt. Still enraged but completely oblivious to the two distanced combatants, he raises his axe to strike at Gamora once more.


 * And then the blades vanish.

Mare Do Well: "Hang in there. I'm still working on the rest."