User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7345250-20160331225126


 * The Mare Do Well forces her wall through the remains of Gamora's targets, vaporizing them before they can detonate and do any more harm.

Mare Do Well: "Just a little longer...!"


 * By now, the enemy's numbers have thinned. The Mare Do Well looses a pulse of magic to cast several more of the golems over the cliff and into a fatal fall.


 * The rest start to corner the Mare Do Well and Gamora.

Flashfire: "I don't know what to think about the new recruit, but Mare Do Well and Glaive ought to be capable of handling themselves."


 * She politely refrains from mentioning Gamora, who was easily wasted by the Death Dragon, and Inari, who is somewhat of a wild card.

Flashfire: "We'll just have to keep an eye out for-..."


 * A figure in a billowing, high-collared cape silently steps into the middle of the cabin where the Power Ponies are waiting. His piercing green eyes are level with the floor, his peak angled straight at the cockpit. The masked griffon's tail curls upward slightly.

Flashfire: "Holy-moly! Phoenix?!"