User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20151211203155


 * Golden Age starts to tire. She delivers one more punch to the helpless hologram. It vanishes.

Golden Age: "Ha... Heehahaha...!"


 * She hops up and prances over to the monitor. Then back. Then to the monitor again. And back.

Golden Age: "I'm not so weak after all~♪"

Mare Do Well: "That was not a request. We are leaving now."