User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-27103443-20151012041216

DL nods. She takes off and reaches the same altitude as Pestilence. Pestilence just giggles again. "You must be Dazzling Light."

DL: "How do you know that?"

Pestilence: "I have ways, half-breed."

She giggles again, but it is obvious that she is struggling. Her wings are moving rapidly, as if she is trying to resist some sort of force. Dazzling smirks. "You feeling a little stretched, Pestilence."

Pestilence: "Not enough to deal with the likes of you."

Pestilence opens her mouth and spits a stream of acid. Dazzling produces her own stream of fire. The two eruptions of the maw strike each other and cause a cloud of gaseous acid to fill the area.