User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-27161581-20170721182347

''Puppets go flying into the air, spinning comically due to the force of Eroma's impact. With only a hooffull of blows Eroma has shrunk the horde to only twenty or so puppets, the rest only pieces of driftwood.''

Subject 0030, or rather Sylvia Mists calmly turns around, her long silky tail swatting Spider-mane's muzzle, leaving a tingling after effect.

Sylvia: "Humph I can play nice with such a naive pony."

''With a smirk Sylvia extends her long wings, and flicks a few feathers towards no puppet in particular. As her silver plumage finds a puppet, an acrid stench fills the air, as the feather seems to erode the puppet's wooden body, the hollow feathers actually filled with some kind of liquid. With a frown Sylvia's horn lights up, and the acrid stench turns to Sylvia's oppressive aroma.''

''Noticing that Goldenheart is back up, hacking them to ribbons, and Sylvia's new threat. The 10 remaining puppets rush for the pilots, intending to silence them with a few crushing blows.''