User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-7345250-20180422044921


 * And with that, Spearmint dives for the deck of the ship. He is not about to cause a sonic rainboom, but he is still coming in hot.


 * In a few minutes, Flashfire is clad in a crudely tailored suit of plate armor. She dons the helmet last.

Flashfire: "I think this will do it. Time for me to jet. Thanks again, team."


 * She gives them a thumbs-up and darts back out the way she entered.


 * The cockatrice tries to take flight but crumples under a hailstone pathetically. It remains conscious, but it is not having a pleasant day.


 * The ninja buckles and topples forward, sliding on his face until the chain goes taut—all without a sound. He drops his sword.