User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7562999-20151113204948

GH: "All right...I guess I have to stay here a few days anyway..."

Gungnir: "Always."

The cloud of dust and smoke begins to form tendrils and tries to grapple onto the dragon. Screams of souls trapped by the Horses' fill the air.

Death, War, Pestilence, and Famine stand atop the cloud of misery and strife. Death cackles. "Oh, most glorious of days! SHAME IT'S PONYKIND'S LAST! KILL THEM ALL!"

The smoke begins to send out sprouts of smaller wisps. These wisps hit the ground, letting loose monstrosities. Once ponies, now transformed into Proxies of Pestilence, War, Famine, and Death against their will. They begin to storm through the city.

Thunder knows she has to wait for the remaining Power Ponies to arrive, but launches arrow after arrow into the cloud.