User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-24422626-20150814053857


 * Hardlight Glaive wavers in surprise and flutters to the floor. Breathing raggedly, he drops his weapon, pushes himself out of the deathly cloud, and retreats toward the other side of the room.*

Kick:  Thanks a bunch.

* Leaning forward gingerly, the bat-mare reaches for the top magazine.*