User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7562999-20151114025206

Pestilence just smiles. "Well, express elevator going DOWN!"

Pestilence grapples onto Flashfire, holding her fast as the two plummet through the storm.

War turns to Thunder, the Dragon, and Strongheart. "Prepare to die!"

She blows a wave of flame at the trio.

The minion is bowled over by the falling body, but is unharmed. He shakes off the body and spits more acid at the mare.

Death attempts to rip apart the vision using his own telepathy. "You cannot best me! I am Death! I AM FEARED BY ALL MORTALS! EVERY PONY, GRIFFON, AND MOTE OF LIVING FLESH OF THIS PLANET FEARS DEATH!"

The vision fragments, and soon shatters.