User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-24422626-20150830031422


 * By the base of the hill, Glaive staggers back to his hooves. At least the hits he sustained from the Death's-Head armaments were grazing blows for the most part. However, he has still taken notice of a single vehicle speeding away from the scene, and so he flies after it.*

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"Ergh... No harm. I'm chasing a runner."