User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-24422626-20160123020331


 * Glaive hears at least one of his ribs crack as he collides with a wall. Nevertheless, he rolls onto his stomach and looks toward the plant—or, rather, what's left of it.

* ''His teammates stand there, most of them in distress, and Glaive feels dread creep down his neck. Unslinging his bag from his shoulder, he draws his tri-blade and hurls it hard at Bayne.''*

Kick: Sounds like a plan.

* Kick starts down the stairs.*