User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-24422626-20150715011202


 * Berhertz shakes his head vigorously, though of course Goldfin can't see him.*

Berhertz: I'm sorry, Goldfin, but that'll only make things worse. Hold on a little while longer.

* The griffon presses fresh bandages over the soaked ones and looks at Glaive.*

Berhertz: You'd better call your butler back home.

* Glaive lifts his communicator.*

[click]

Glaive: "Butler, two for Maretropolis General, please."

Butler: "Master Glaive, are you alright? All able Power Ponies are needed at—"

Glaive: "Goldfin is wounded."

Butler: "...Right away, sir."

* ''Glaive lowers his communicator. Kick sheds her cloak to cover Goldfin with and gives her a soft parting embrace around the head.''*

Kick: I'll remember your help. Hang in there now.

* ''A moment of flash and crackle later, Goldfin lies on the floor of Maretropolis General's lobby. Glaive shouts for a nurse.''*