User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-27161581-20170407035502

''The glowing yellow lights of Specter's mask silently appraise Orbit, and the swirling ropes around him shift with every slight movement of his forehoof, twisting this way and that, catching on benches, ceiling beams and pipes. Suddenly the ropes converge on Orbit, grasping for his legs, his neck, his horn, and his muzzle. Not the talking type indeed.''

Cold Cash: "Agreed. Now... let's cut this one loose."

''Cold Cash frees the more relaxed, mare, who instantly flees in the direction of the web, rather facing it, than the Specter behind. The other mare's sobbing only increases in volume.''

Cold Cash turns to address the web.

Cold Cash: "You are a sneaky one aren't you, having managed to spray this stuff all over my path. Well then...let it be known that we are not alone. If you approach us, I will cover your web with that mare."