User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20190324190300


 * Thrown a good distance, Glaive lands on his back on a mossy rock—he raises a forelimb just in time to block Goldenheart's vicious downstab, the points of both her knives sinking inch by inch toward his chest. His tri-blade hums in his free hoof, ready to strike at Goldenheart's flank...*

Glaive: "Rrgh! Don't make me..!"

Moraearty: "Hah! Do it!"

* The zebra could be speaking to either of them...*