User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-24422626-20150629104845

Kick: Eventually, I had to become the fear that plagued me. I trained in combat until none of the trainers could best me. Soon, it was others who learned to get out of my way. We four became our father's favorite team of agent hopefuls. But when the time came for my first kill... the stallion who murdered my parents... I couldn't do it. In his eyes, I saw my own fear of death. Glaive, who was standing nearby, refused to do it for me. When the supervising enforcer moved to kill Glaive for my failure, I dropped him.

* A single tear which Kick doesn't try to hide drops into the water below.*

...In the years that followed and because of my choice, our only targets were rival crime lords. Drug bosses, weapons dealers, hitponies, equine traffickers... Opposing figures who clashed with my bastard "father" or whose gangs he could assimilate into his own twisted organization. Then came the betrayal... and that time was the hardest.

* Kick hangs her head and sighs plaintively.*

...Yes, Goldfin, I have blood on my hooves. Death, even when it was deserved, became familiar, but never easier.