User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-7562999-20171022054224

Goldenheart walks forward, her bow shimmering until it turns into a butterfly knife. She raises it and digs it into the wound and in a few deft slices, the arrow clatters to the ground. "Unfortunately...The tip was poisoned...pain...there will be pain...days...weeks...months..."