User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-24422626-20160416045717


 * Realizing the Mare Do Well isn't putting her wings to use, Glaive hastily swoops down to her shoulders and throws all his own wing strength into slowing her descent. He eventually locks his hindlegs under her arms, raises both tri-blades, and slams them into the mountainside like picks, grimacing with every ridge and bump they carve into.*

Glaive: Hrrk..! Use... those wings...