User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20150204051955

Gretchen: "Ha! Yeah, I'd say you kind of are, even by unicorn standards. Even that toothpick Golden could prolly take down a weed like you."


 * When the third volley comes, it phases through the structure. The Death's-Head, incapable of inflicting any further harm of any significance, turns about and vanishes.

Rosebud: "Stop that. This is not a joke."