User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150416054539


 * Glaive grits his teeth, halts his initial backward reel, and gallops forward again. Shifting his cloak, he disperses the cloud of released spray paint with a couple strong wing flaps--the idea of three dangerous foes made even stronger by overexposure to the Vandle's paint is not one to take chances with. As Ponyville's town stage collapses, Glaive canters over to Flashfire, heaves the dragoness up by her underarms, and drags her back several feet.*

Glaive: Flashfire! You alright?