User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151108024809


 * A pair of swift hooves tosses the metallic object—actually a frying pan—into the Gunslinger's face and promptly disarms him in an almost fluid motion.


 * These hooves belong to a matronly-looking mare with a curly, cherry-colored mane.

???: "Uh-hawh. Kindly get outta my town."