User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-27161581-20170711045709

An elderly, and surprisingly well chiseled earth pony answers the door.

Salty Ships: "So what can an old pony like me do to a pretty mare like yourself? This isn't an uptown bar."

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''Eroma cleanly crushes the sacrificial attacker, but the other wooden imitations slip around Eroma's spasaming hooves until she falls, and then pile on top of her, jabbing her furiously. One remains back to pull a crackling electric blue chain from his mask's mouth slit.''

''The offending shooter is nowhere to be seen, but if the dent in the ceiling is any clue. It was a ricochet. Whoever is targeting them is uncannily lucky, or incredibly skilled.''