User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150601174534

(Through the black smoke, a volley of knives come rushing toward Glaive. Meanwhile, Phetlock gets back up to his hooves and points his staff at Decibelle, blasting her with beams of red light.)

Decibelle: Whoa!

(Decibelle evades as many of the beams as she can, suffering energy burns here and there, while she draws closer. Once within range, she grabs a hold of the staff and tries to wrest it out of Phetlock's hooves.)

Phetlock: You dare lay your filthy hooves upon a pharaoh...?!

Decibelle: Oh, put a sock in it!

(As the two struggle, energy beams go flying in random directions about the elevator shaft.)

Zapp: I see... Well, I must go "sound the all-clear," as it were. Guard, returneth this mirror to Star Swirl's chambers.

Guard: Yes, ma'am.

Zapp: Will you be returning to Maretropolis posthaste, dragoness Flashfire?

Star-Lord: *sigh* Her condition looks unchanged, but at least she's still hanging in there. Thanks for keeping an eye on her.

(At that moment, Star-Lord notices the empty robotic shells vanish into thin air.)

Star-Lord: Looks like something's happening. I'd better head out there. Be back as soon as I can!

(Mayor Blossom lurks around a corner, her chest pounding. In her hooves, she brandishes a steel pipe. She wasn't sure if she could fight back if it came down to it, but running was just as futile.)

Blossom: Don't find me... Please don't find me...

(Masquerade almost drops her communicator when Mane-iac and Mid-Nite suddenly appear to her rescue. But she certainly wasn't grateful for the backup. At the drones firing upon the Mane-iacs, Masquerade fires upon in kind.)