User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150522042026

(Decibelle winces as she runs her hooves across one of her hole-riddled wings.)

Decibelle: I-I'm fine! It stings like crazy, and I won't be able to fly for a bit, but... *sigh* I'll be okay.

(She looks toward the unconscious Chance.)

Decibelle: How long is he gonna be out for?

Star-Lord: Dammit! Can't see jack shit through this death cloud...!

(In an attempt to disperse the cloud, Star-Lord flies around and around its outer edges while rolling, using its outer fins to kick up a cloud-clearing wind. His ship suffers a bit more rusting, but at least it was clearer to see within.)