User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20150117024039


 * Several more hoofarangs slice through the air, meeting each of the grenades before they can rain down on the streets below. He ducks when a jet of flames comes his way, earning a few singed hairs on his rump.

Nightwhinny: "If it's that big a deal, I'm sure we can get you a peaceful, padded cell back at the old joint. Kindly drop the weapon now, and I'll consider throwing in a pack of cigs minus the lighter."