User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-27161581-20170301054818

The ponies struggle, more surprised than harmed by Glaives' sudden attack.

Pony 1: "What gives?"

Unicorn 1: "Doesn't matter, get the cutters."

''One of the ponies guarding the limo reaches into the trunk, and removes a set of very respectable bolt cutters. Snip, Snip...SnipSnipSnipSnip....''

''Far in the distance Glaive's perceptive eyes catches the all too familiar twinkle of sunlight reflecting off of glass. His actions have definitely not gone unnoticed.''

Sandy climbs to the top of the van, clutching a shivering Clear See, watching the emergency services on standby struggle to help the soon to be freezing crowd.

Sandy: "Not worth it...Definitely not worth it."

Meanwhile, the fleeing fugitive reaches out a fetlock, to clutch the haft of the trident, and uses it to adjust her momentum, launching herself to the side, and towards the nearby woods at a breakneck pace.