User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-5837525-20160217030304

(That time, Rico definitely felt something dislocate.)

Rico: *cough, cough!* Damn... You Power Ponies are more... hardcore than I thought... But like I said... they're long gone by now. Halfway to Trotham. By the time you catch up... your pal Orbit'll be the Trotham mafia's property. Hah-hah-- *cough!*

(Inside the moving car's trunk lies Copper Plume, hooves bound and mouth gagged. How desperately he wanted to know what was going on outside. The car had stopped. He heard Strongheart's voice. They started moving again. What sounded like a large explosion. He kicks against the trunk top again with his rear hooves, and they ache. Only a few sparks fizzled in his horn.)

Copper: ...

(Meanwhile, in the car's back seat, one of the Mareoni goons looks through the rear windshield and sees nothing for miles.)

Goon 1: ...I don't see that armored guy anymore.

Driver: He musta given up the chase.

Goon 2: You think Rico's okay?

Goon 1: After firin' the "Mother-in-Law"? I'd be surprised if he could even WALK.