User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20181115071508

Glaive: "No, we—hh! "

* ''Glaive grunts as the last Kirin slams him into a pile of smoking splinters. Pushing back up and nursing a burn, he slashes off a lock of burning mane and seizes his cloak to choke this foe too.''*

"Urgh... must have last count."

[click]

Butler: "Excellent work, Madam—do congratulate your colleagues and welcome Miss Decibelle home for me."

* In the kitchen, he turns to Sylvia.*

Butler: "I don't believe Mr. Pastern and Madam Eroma are up quite yet, Miss Sylvia. But worry not—there are other sights to be had in town today."

* ''So a circus performer walks the streets of Maretropolis as time seems to slow and cease around him, just as irrelevant and imaginary as before but now only tangibly so. To him, passersby freeze in place, legs bent in stride and jaws hanging in ongoing conversation. A few falling leaves seem suddenly suspended in air over the sidewalk—they glance off his coat as he passes and hang there, to the side, in their new places.''

* ''For not the first time—or instant—today, the stallion who calls himself Polter walks a city as still as in a photograph. Even despite his lone movement, no sound reaches his ears but the echo at his flank: the now-ticking stopwatch that is Lightning Hooves' cutie mark.''*