User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-24422626-20170912024938


 * The last thug trips over his own hooves in panic before Concrete obliterates him. The thugs and the alleyway disappear into a hardlight vapor as Glaive steps forward. He glances at Concrete's physical scan, which shows some superficial bleeding, albeit through an abnormal concrete shell.*

Glaive: Ouch... Are you alright?

Zebra: Yesterday, in the evening. Today, just now.

* Nettledew looks up curiously from the other room.*

* The fletcher peers at the back wall of the fireplace.*

Honor: It says... "Eat your fill." Hmph. Done.