User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150528195446

(Decibelle wasn't sure whether to be relieved that Strongheart was there to protect her or worried he would eventually lose all sense of self-control to Long-Face's rage gas. Seeing the twitching officer on the floor, she tries to think.)

Decibelle: ...Hang in there just a little longer, guys! I'll be right back!

(Swooping down into the elevator, she heads to a lower level of the building. Meanwhile, Shadowmane shields herself from Glaive's onslaught with her hooves.)

Shadowmane: Agh! [click] Phetlock, where in blue blazes are you?!

Phetlock: ''I'm nearby. Just waiting for the moment when I bail out your sorry flank. Having a little trouble?''

Shadowmane: Just-- ah! --get over here already!

Zapp: Hmm... I wonder...

Star-Lord: Whatcha thinkin' there, "Zappy"?

Zapp: ...I ask that thou refrainst from calling me that. But in answer to thy question, perhaps a prison not of this realm is best.

Star-Lord: Meaning?

Zapp: If this Death Dragon is as formidable as you say, Flashfire... perhaps Princess Luna will alloweth us to use the Crystal Mirror.

(Mayor Blossom watches from her office window as Maretropolis descends into complete chaos.)

Blossom: By the goddesses...!

(Her secret service ponies burst in.)

S.S. Pony: Madam Mayor! We need to get you out of here!

Blossom: Abandon my city?! Out of the question!

S.S. Pony: Have you tried calling the Power Ponies?

Blossom: ...No responses.

S.S. Pony: Then... what else is left?

Blossom: ...

(Rushing to her desk, Mayor Blossom opens a glass panel and picks up a red phone.)

Blossom: Patch me through to Phil Coltson of C.H.A.M.F.R.O.N.