User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161115064424


 * The derelict trawler groans in protest as water splashes this way and that, quickly filling the lowest flights of the staircase. Another henchpony is shaken free, though he doesn't quite clear the railing. Thunk.

* Winded and dangling, he drops his hoof and squeezes off a few more shots at Goldfin's legs.*