User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-27103443-20151018015827

Pestilence is knocked back by the bolts. The burns on her coat heal quickly. "Famine...deal with this attacker. I'll deal with the gun-toting peasant."

She breaths acid at the Butler.

Famine turns her attention to Star-Lord. A tendril of white fog forms from the main cloud that surrounds Famine. It lunges at Star-Lord.