User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-24422626-20150602003107


 * A groggy Glaive feels the lurch as the whole elevator drops. Gritting his teeth and ignoring Shadowmane's knife, he hastily retrieves a bundle of synthetic rope from his bandolier and ties his tri-blade to one end. Glaive throws the rest of the rope to the others even as the floor starts to drop out from underneath him.*

Everypony, grab on!

[click]

Butler: The news of your success is relieving, Madam Flashfire. Good work, but stay on your toes—we are in quite a tizzy over here.

* Flashfire is beamed back amid the usual flash and crackle.*