User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, 2020/@comment-24422626-20191126234028


 * Glaive groans softly and marches out after the Mare Do Well. Soon he is flying alongside the train and Mare Do Well, mane and cloak whipping in the wind.

* He sizes up the beast on the rails, an icy tri-blade forming in his hoof with a hiss.*

Glaive: "Ideas?"