User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20190413033116


 * Thanks to Polter' time-defying spree, about half of the dozen dolls within Flashfire's line of sight suddenly drop to the ground with split seams and spill their innards of stuffing, gravel, and concrete mix. It's a bizarre sight for the dragoness, but there are still several button-eyed hooligans of the brainwashed sort to worry about. One of them accosts her with the oversized strength game hammer. Another towers over her on stilts, trying to dump a box of knives and assorted other sharpened props on her head.

* ''Force Filly spots the Dollpony without much difficulty. The masked unicorn has bailed through the back of the Big Top and taken refuge in a smaller tent, where she is plying apparent spells of animation on a whole row of dormant dolls. There are also other minions, already animated, that are dragging struggling ponies in their new suits to this location.''*

* ''Strongheart's Pegasus foe flounders back and sprawls on a snowcloud, plumb tuckered out. The griffon from earlier has torn off his soiled gas mask, but he immediately sits next to his sleeping accomplice and starts wailing.''*

* ''Long-Face curses, clearly outmatched here in the sky. He starts beating it away from the clouds, covered by the last standing Pegasus thug. Sylvia's fix succeeds in at least suppressing some of the tainted snow's effects on the crowd below, which begins to thin as ponies find the constitution to run for the exits and tents.''*

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Butler: "Most of our available heroes are in the south side of the city, Madam Dazzling Light, dealing with some trouble at the circus. I've not been able to get in touch with Master Glaive."

* Honor nods slowly.*

Honor: "I... wasn't there, but I trust your judgment. What do we do now?"