User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, 2020/@comment-5837525-20191205163336

(Out of frustration, Orbit reaches a hoof up to his face, claws off his mask, and tosses it on the ground. Then, using his telekinesis, he reaches into his pocket and takes out his communicator, a little rusted over from months of disuse.)

[click!]

Orbit: "Well" what? It's not as though we could reasonably challenge her. Not in the state we are now. ...It's over. We lost.