User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150808034112

Achlys's horn lights up and her pitch-black butterfly knife appears. She folds and unfoldes the knife absent-mindedly for a while. She then straps the blade to the inside of her right foreleg. "All right, let's be off then."

SH: "Yes! We need Discord! He might be the only creature that can reverse this!"