User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150601024511

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...That's your daughter, right?

Wait, Dazzling Light? For the love of Amore... Where have you been?


 * Flashfire cracks her knuckles triumphantly.

Flashfire: "Amen."


 * Bayne and Mambo glance at each other.

Mambo Jambo: "Looks like our show was a hit!"

Bayne: "They are in retreat. This is not a good thing."

Mambo Jambo: "...Oh."


 * Death-Stalker clears his throat.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "As I was saying, we cannot fail, for I AM-"


 * Death-Stalker is interrupted again, this time by a rumble from above. Something appears to have hit the roof of the warehouse and hard. The ceiling starts to collapse above a few of the thugs.


 * One of the henchponies who tripped earlier happens to do so again, just as Death-Stalker reflexively activates his death-touch gloves. The poor soul falls on top of Death-Stalker and receives a fatal jolt of magic, crumpling to the floor a second later.

Thug 2: "Sweet mercy!"

Thug 3: "How the... He's dead!"

Thug 4: "That freak's not even a pony! No way I'm working for him. No sirree. I'm outta here, boys!"


 * The crowd of henchponies starts to hastily file out of the warehouse, leaving Death-Stalker with the corpse.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Grrr... Not again..."