User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150901010206

Achlys doesn't respond, instead she raises her sword above her head. He air shimmers and appears to buckle and bend. The disturbance in the air ejects five swords made of black energy. They proceed to orbit Achlys, much like a planet with moons. "Dancze my szwordsz..."

The five blades are flung at Parlys.