User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150606175913

Orbit: ...

(Orbit holds up his communicator in contemplative silence...)

(...as does Decibelle, whose eyes begin to water as the robots fall one after the other around her.)

Decibelle: ...S... Silverheart...?

(Inside the access tunnel, Mayor Blossom sits motionless, her breathing slow and ragged, her mind trying to process what she just witnessed.)

Blossom: ...

(Two bruised yet still breathing secret service ponies appear behind her.)

S.S. Pony #1: Madam Mayor! Thank goodness!

S.S. Pony #2: Are you alright, ma'am?

Blossom: ...I will be... Maretropolis?

S.S. Pony #2: All the robots suddenly collapsed, ma'am.

Blossom: I see... Help me get back to my office please.

S.S. Pony #1: Yes, ma'am.

Blossom: (...Power Ponies...)

(Following the detonation of her grenade, Masquerade waits for the smoke to clear before approaching the edge of the building.)

Masquerade: What in the hell just...?

(Sitting atop a pile of hollow metal, Star-Lord briefly holds up a robot helmet before tossing it aside.)

Star-Lord: Well, that was anticlimactic.

(Phetlock boards the helicopter and starts the engine. High Heel helps Killer Hock onto the helicopter.)

High Heel: Shadowmane, what's it look like down there?

Shadowmane: It... It looks like it's over.

High Heel: What? Already?

Shadowmane: Hey, don't look at me. Just telling you what it looks like.

High Heel: [scoffs] Well, let's get out of here anyway. Farther I am away from this city, the better.