User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20160929030411

Parlys: "Yes and leave."


 * A bolt of lightning streaks into the barrier from behind Orbit. It rolls over the surface and dissipates, leaving him unharmed.

Equestrian Bob: "I assure you, Captain, you have nothing to gain from badgering this fine citizen. Let him keep faith in the good-will of his fellow pony... and, of course, the forbearance of reptiles."


 * Flashfire bares her teeth.

Equestrian Bob: "Your quarrel is not with him."


 * Red eyes. A thin but wickedly powerful jet of brine shoots down from the ceiling at Ironworks.