User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161124051024


 * Wings thus rendered useless, Zeiss plummets into the sea with a final flash of red.

* Glaive sighs as he sees this, relaxing his hold on the tri-blade.

* ''From the far edge of the shipping yards, one trench coat stallion—perhaps the only one to escape—spares a last glance back. Then he disappears into the back of the unmarked van which is waiting for him.''*