User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-24422626-20151113210909


 * Glaive hitches his breath and rises from his seat.*

[click]

"Goldfin, there's trouble outside. We should check it out."

* Glaive sprints for the entrance.*

* Meanwhile, on the ground, Kick and Vega look up at the sky and the hell raining down.*

Vega: Mother of..!

Kick: Off the street! Now!

* The vigilantes shove Shimmerspark and a few other bystanders through the convention center's doors.*