User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150604180431

Decibelle: Phew... Thanks for the save, Glaive, Strongheart.

Phetlock: Ugh... Rescued by the Power Ponies... How utterly mortifying.

Shadowmane: Long-Face's gas is wearing off... Now might be a good time to consider retreating...

(At the bottom of the elevator shaft, Killer Hock -- the tank of a stallion he is -- emerges from the wreckage with minor scratches and bruises and a ringing in his ears.)

Killer Hock: Uggghhh...

High Heel: Hockie! You okay, big fella?

Killer Hock: WHAT?

High Heel: What's wrong?

Killer Hock: WHAT'D YOU SAY? I CAN'T HEAR YOU. DAMN BANSHEE RUPTURED MY EARDRUMS.

High Heel: Ooh... That must've hurt.

(Star-Lord jets over the cityscape with Quad Blasters in hoof.)

Star-Lord: Jeez Louise, it's a madhouse out here...!

(Masquerade struggles to move through the quick-hardening foam.)

Masquerade: This is a rescue?

(Mayor Blossom's heart nearly stops when Goldenheart moves past. She holds her breath and clutches the pipe in her hooves even tighter. Raising it up over her head, she positions herself to whack Goldenheart with it just in case she decides to look her way.)

Blossom: ...!