User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7562999-20160330052033

Stone walls erupt from the ground...Eventually, massive spires and structures burst out of the dirt. Soon, a great edifice stands in front of Goldenheart. It appears to be an ancient temple. "Okay...This has got to be some sort of drug trip. Levi must be playing some sick joke on me..."

The white cloud of mist appears in front of Goldenheart. This time is appears more solid and has a definite pony form. The mist-pony tilts its head. "Cracks...I warned you about cracks...Now, I shall put cracks in you."

The mist-pony laughs, and stone walls box Goldenheart in a tiny stone chamber. The mist pony appears at the front of the chamber and cackles. Small light blue balls of fire dance in front of the mist-pony. "You are strange...A pony turned changeling turned pony. I will find it interesting to glean information from you."

Goldenheart sneers. "I'd like to see you try."

The mist monster laughs again. "Well, you can't hit me, and you can't dodge me forever. This is a fight that cannot be won by you, fool."

Goldenheart maintains her poisonous sneer. "I can damn well try."

The mist-pony nods, as if this is what he wanted. "Very well."

The mist-pony fades and the blue balls of light streak towards Goldenheart. Using the little room she has to work with, Goldenheart manages to evade the attack. She lands on all four hooves and huffs. The mist-pony reappears. Goldenheart flanks it and slashes. The white mist simply phases a few feet to the right. "Wha...?"

If the mist could smile, it would be. "You think it's that easy. Shame you didn't fall on the first strike. Now, it's my turn again. Dying now will make it easy for both of us." (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZZnAdTX3nk)

The otherworld beast summons another barrage of lights, these being a sickly green color. They also appear to be in greater number than the last round. "Have fun, Goldenheart..."

The lights streak and zig-zag and bounce off each other as they head at the black and white mare. She dodges the best she can, and almost manages to get around the erratically moving spheres. Then, the final one catches her in the chest. Searing pain streaks down Goldenheart's sternum. Goldenheart immediately feels fatigued..."Urk...My legs feel like logs."

???: "Yes, the more times I land a blow, the harder they become to evade. Come on, little pony. You need to be better than this."

Goldenheart slashes again, and the eldritch mist-pony once again materializes in a safe position. "Pathetic..."

Goldenheart just tries to shake away the weariness in her bones.