User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7345250-20160327223359


 * The figure continues its approach, revealing that it is indeed a studded suit of metallic armor as tall as a horse and twice as wide. Its pace is alarmingly constant in spite of the rugged terrain. Phantomenia can sense nothing from it.


 * As the armor—the heavenly Destroyer Armor—comes into full view, it begins to crackle with heat as energy wells up from its confines. Its face panels recede to reveal what might be described as a furnace.

Mare Do Well: "Incoming!"


 * She raises her shield just in time to spare Glaive utter vaporization as a fiery beam of plasma erupts from the construct's helmet.