Talk:Phantom Armor/@comment-32392816-20170817232750

Welp, thank Mira and Zios's I'm level 17.

Snowflake Icyrose drew her stone sword, adjusting her freedom flower crown so the petals wouldn't fall in her eyes while she battled. She pushed her short mint spiked collar down a bit, and brushed her tail against her red elf bracelets for luck. Her paw brushed against the red strap for the sword as her magenta eyes glinted in determination. Her color 1 white, color 2 light light light green fur rippled in a gentle breeze, red lightning bolts standing out extra well today. This acrtic wolf was prepared for a battle. She blinked back tears of grief for the innocent arctic wolf's death. "Major Majormajor," she whispered, "Nobody will forget you, innocent one." Snowflake Icyrose gripped the hilt of her sword as tight as she could. Little Rainybunny would never harm another Jammer ever again. That evil, member-hating thing was SO going down. She'd cut that thing's armor straight off, expose its true self. Then, she's smash and dice it to pieces. Never again would anybody hurt an arctic wolf. "Have fun in the Spirit Pack, Major Majormajor my friend."