User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-24422626-20170301051708


 * Glaive sets his jaw as the finish line goes to the dogs. He glances between the limo and the wet chaos below, reaching into his cloak.

* ''A length of ultra-strong fibercord tied to his tri-blade is what Glaive sends at the unicorn and his chums. The improvised ensnaring device whips around the legs of the leader and two of his cohorts. The tri-blade itself whistles right through the limo's two closest tires.''

* That should slow those crooks down.*

* The trench coat Pegasus gliding above lifts a hoof to his ear...*

???: "The fish is here. Spots is fleeing. Move i—!"

* ''...Just before the bat-pony in pursuit smacks him into a low cloud, landing on his wing. The Pegasus snarls, twists, and jabs for his pursuer's kidney. Vega blocks, shoves the watcher's head back into the thick of the cloud, and claps a hoof to his skull where the earpiece sits, eliciting bursts of static and a high-pitched shrill. Trench Coat bellows in discomfort and tears the device out.''*