User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-5837525-20170926235336

(Peter follows after the stallions and stretcher at a brisk trot before what one of them said finally registers.)

Peter: ..."It"?

(Breaking into a quicker gallop, Peter jumps in front of the stretcher a little ways short of the park entrance and looks to the two stallions pushing it from the other side.)

Peter: Uh, guys? The first aid tent is back that way.

Orbit: ...

(Orbit slowly inhales and exhales. He would hate himself for what he was about to do, but he'd already come all this way, and he'd hate to leave empty-hoofed. Whatever happens, happens. The magic from his horn sparks with more life, and he attempts to break the chest lock by force.)