User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150605013121

''Goldenheart stops and turns back the way she came. She walks back to the mayor's hiding spot and looks right at the mayor, bu doesn't move.''

The robots encased in frozen chemicals begin to speak.

Robots: Upgrade in progress.

The ice begins to steam.

The robots continue their advance on the griffons.

OA: Fine. We'll try tracking them all down first. Let's go.

OA flicks the safety off his shotgun and canters down the street.