User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150830221100

Strongheart stays close to Freeheart, just in case she needs someone to lean on.

The fire suddenly dies, leaving the floor filled with craters. Achlys kneels onto her forelegs, her eyes closed...Something seems off...The air feels charged with electricity. White and black electricity arcs up and down Achlys's horn. She opens her eyes...and...one glows white and another glows black. "No."

A wave of fire rushes at the changelings.