User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150702010505

Goldenheart smirks. "All right...I'm game."

Goldenheart draws her butterfly knife and flicks it open gracefully. The blade is enveloped in darkness and soon the weapon is morphed to scimitar. She raises it in a defensive position. "En garde."