User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018/@comment-7562999-20180626120753

''Goldenheart smirks and as the blows hit her, they simply pass through her form as if she is a mere mirage. Goldenheart snickers. A voice sounds from above the bulls. ''"Too slow, my friends."

''The real Goldenheart crashes down upon the foe that attacked her with the chair, knocking him to the floor. She then let's loose a small burst of flame at her other attacker, making sure he keeps his distance.''