User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151114033207

Goldfin: Ｄｅｓｐｅｒａｔｅ？ Ｈａ！ Ｉ ｃａｎ ｄｏ ｔｈｉｓ ｆｏｒ ｗｅｅｋｓ！


 * Flashfire rises back to her feet. She reaches up and tears her mask away, eliciting another agonized gasp from herself. When she turns around, she bears an appearance that would have her archenemy in hysterics.


 * Wordlessly, she extends an arm up...


 * And with the magnetic gauntlet, she calls down a steel girder from the unfinished garage to impale or otherwise crush Pestilence from behind.


 * Considering the natural intermolecular relations of gases and the fact that the Forest Dragon's gas was launched as though by a pressure cannon, the two clouds easily mix. The Forest Dragon's poison enters Famine.