User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7562999-20151028193336

Strongheart shrugs. "It was some robot or something...I didn't pay attention."

Pestilence turns into a cloud of smoke, dodging the blow. Famine speeds out of the way, leaving just War/DL. Dazzling ducks below the hammer's swinging head. She rights herself and spits the deadly cocktail of Hellfire and Heavenly Fire at Flashfire.