User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7345250-20160408021816

Golden Age: "Okay... Well, I'm going to need those if we're going to have any chance of getting out of here. Any ideas?"


 * Before Phoenix can remove the blades from the shoulders, he is stricken by a quartet of air-cuts and seared by a fearsome bolt of lightning. The roar of thunder upon impact is enough to make even the Mare Do Well wince.


 * When the light fades, there is a glowing-eyed griffon prone on the ground, convulsing under a blanket of static.