User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-24422626-20151019161002


 * Glaive catches his balance and eyes his weakening legs. The damage is already done...

* ''He lifts Famine by the shoulders, slams her into the wall, and presses his tri-blade to the back of her neck. Meanwhile, the ventilation system whirs to life, sucking Apocalyptic smoke and fog out of the room.''*

Glaive: Give it up!