User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-7562999-20180320145626

Dazzling looks between Canter and Orbit nervously, ready to act at a moment's notice.

''Goldenheart's dissipates her golden wings and her armor shrinks away, folding down into a single greave on her right foreleg, her obsidan knife tucked inside of it. She snarls at no one in particular. ''"We let that upstart take credit for the victory! That was hardly and sort of success on our part! We should have chased her back into the wave where she belongs!

''She unstraps the communicator off her right foreleg. Click! ''"Oy! Glaive, I need your co-ords if you need me to get over there before the end of this century!"