User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, 2020/@comment-7562999-20191207070633

''Goldenheart still looks petrified with fear, but her horn lights, the magical aura flickering, threatening to wink out. A obsidian butterfly knife unfold next to her hip. She however holds it against her side instead of raising it in a defensive stance.''

GH: "I-I don't want to fight you...please...I didn't mean for it to go that far! I tried to save you! I...didn't mean it!"