User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-5837525-20171011211556

(Orbit glances over the expansive sea off the side of the Anne Marey to see Celestia's sun slowly vanishing over the horizon.)

Orbit: It's getting late. Not much else we can do now. Tomorrow's going to be a... decisive day for us, so we'd best get as much rest as we can.

Spidey: Aah!

(Spider-Mane lets go of his web restraint on the Ponybot's head and cranes his spine back as he flips away from the automaton's sudden burst of fire. The front side of his costume, and his bare coat underneath, still suffers some considerable burning.)

Spidey: Hmph. No accounting for taste, apparently.

(Grabbing a large chunk of the sewer's collapsed ceiling, Spider-Mane hurls it at the Ponybot full-bore.)