User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-24422626-20150814052523


 * Hardlight Glaive is about to swipe at Ironworks's hindleg, but he shrinks away as the Death Dragon makes its first move. Long-Face, on the other hoof, chuckles delightedly at the new oppressive atmosphere and readies some vials.*

* As Goldfin is gone, Glaive finishes a couple of calls on his communicator and takes a seat next to Kick's bed.*

Glaive: They'll be here soon.