User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150404052136


 * As Glaive and Shimmerspark approach the edge of the shady district, they find themselves suddenly surrounded by about eight figures that sweep out of an alleyway into the pouring rain. Glaive halts and extends a foreleg to keep the filly at his side from colliding with the head of the gang. Glaive recognizes the hoodie-clad ringleader immediately—it's the punk from earlier who tried to rob him. Shimmerspark also seems to know the colt, but on no positive terms; at the sight of him and his band, she squeaks and buries her face in Glaive's cloak.*

Leader: Hey, look! It's that guttersnipe!

* ''The wannabe gangster's friends chuckle, tapping their bats menacingly against the wet ground. Shimmerspark shrinks even more as Glaive narrows his eyes.''*

Glaive: You don't learn, do you? Back with support... Typical.

Leader: I still win. You were weak back there. Prepare to regret it!

* ''Glaive sighs and removes his cloak, passing it off to Shimmerspark, who still has her face buried in it. Shivering, she slips the oversized garment on against the rain and takes Glaive's cue to retreat to the sidelines. The surrounding punks widen their eyes at the sight of their opponent's metallic foreleg.''*

Leader: Ugh! What the buck is up with that leg?

Glaive: What are you waiting for?

* The bat-toting hooligans grit their teeth and charge their target, who hasn't even made to draw a weapon for himself.*