User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150519231608

(Gamora suddenly finds her weapon a lot heavier, and her breathing becomes so labored it's like her lungs just shriveled. Looking down at her hooves, she notices them become skinnier, almost bony.)

Gamora: W-What's... happening to-- *cough* --me...?!

(When she begins to drop out of the sky, Star-Lord soars down to catch her. Her sword makes a deafening clang as it hits the ground below.)

Star-Lord: Dammit...! You breathed some of that shit in, didn't you?

Gamora: How... c-careless of me...