Of Myrs, Fire And Mind

Zetto vs Malik

BATTLE ON!

Malik rushed forwards, rearing his left arm back. As he reached Zetto he noticed his target was preparing to dodge. Reading Zetto’s movements he punched with his right hand, landing a hit and sending Zetto flying through the room.

As in response Zetto’s mechanical arm morphed and launched a chain, which tied itself perfectly around Malik’s leg. Zetto spun in mid-air, carrying Malik with him. Releasig his hold on Malik, he sent the artificer crashing against the wall above the barrier in which the ponies and planeswalkers were in.

“Just destroy the barrier already Jace! Malik needs help!” Chandra said, genuinely worried about their friend.

“He has a few tricks up his sleve. Just trust him.” Jace replied.

Malik set his feet on the wall behind him and pushed with all his might. He blasted off against Zetto but the latter saw it coming and launched a blast of energy. Malik quickly summoned a thin metal sheet and used it as a platform to avoid the blast, the loss in momentum however, gave him no other choice but to land. Determined not to end his assault he ran towards Zetto and kicked him in the gut, causing him to stumble back.

“You’ve gotten better.” Zetto said in his monotonic voice.

“You’ve seen nothing yet.” Malik replied with a scoff before summoning a sword similar to the one he used in Ravnica, designed specifically for fast attacks.

With speed thought impossible Malik disappeared and reappeared next to Zetto who, in his surprise, barely had time to dodge the flurry of attacks. Zetto jumped back and rushed into the battle again with a combination of slashes from his blade and energy blasts.

Malik took a beating during Zetto’s last attack, but he had a plan.

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Myrs vs Changelings

BATTLE ON!

“Galvanizers, I’m gonna need you to charge everyone! Superion and Enforcers, you take them head on! Omega and Epsilon, we’re gonna need covering fire! Everyone else on me!” Alpha shouted as he ran towards the battlefield after the Superion and Enforcers, using their size to hide himself and flank the changelings.

Alpha moved through the battlefield like the wind, his movements precise, gracious and deadly. He dodged an attack and found himself back to back with Gama. “Strike fast, strike hard?” He asked. “Of course.” Gama replied. With that they dispersed and resumed their dances of death.

Meanwhile Beta swung his massive axe around, taking out many changelings with each attack. “Get in range, I dare you!” He taunted. Changelings charged him from all directions. Beta began spinning, killing everything in the circle. “That’s how you do it!” He said, pleased with his work.

While this happened, Epsilon was taking out as many as he could with his bow. “There’s too many for me! I need backup!” He said, almost panicking.

Omega heard his comrade and  rushed to his help. As he reached Epsilon he overloaded the beam projectors, causing a very big energy explosion, taking out Epsilons assailants. “Much appreciated.” Epsilon thanked him.

“It was no trouble at all. Keep an eye out for the sneaky ones.” Omega replied.

Superion and the Enforcers were clearing the path, taking magical blasts, bucks and anything those changelings could throw at them. Then they reached the queen. They moved slow, but what does speed matter when your enemy is frozen in fear? They were preparing to crush her, but were interrupting by the outcome of the other battle.

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“Wasn’t expecting to use this against you… but I guess I’ll have to. There’s something I haven’t told all of you, even my myrs.” Malik said as the gauntlet started glowing purple. Even the myrs and the changelings stopped fighting to listen to him.

“You see… in my travels I found a race of beings, the zerg. And I’ve met their queen. Kerrigan, the queen of blades as they call her. They have done some research on my power… in trade of me being able to access a bit of Kerrigan’s great magical power, or psionic as they call it. Prepare to say hello to…” The light of the gauntlet completely enveloped him.

When the light dissipated Malik was very different. He had skeletal wings and his skin resembled an exoskeleton of some purple material. Half his face had marks that glowed in a faint purple light. “…The king of blades!” He completed as the light completely faded away revealing in totality the horrifying sight.

“I have met the zerg before. They’re absolute jerks! Why do you do this?” Chandra asked.

“You know me Chandra, I’m always one for progress but it was not the case this time. I wanted the power. Flynt was right, I was too weak to protect my plane. No longer! As the king of blades I will protect all planes, even if it means one must fall! You might not understand my reasoning but I don’t care!” Malik explained, his tone reflected anger and annoyance.

After the little speech only Zetto dared to talk. “Did you just say Flynt?” He asked.

“Yes. Flynt, the destroyer of planes. Name fits him perfectly. Tell me how you know him!” Malik said in a threatening tone.

“Well he was the one who sent me here.” Zetto replied. Malik’s eyes glowed purple and Zetto started to float, strangled by some invisible force.

“Give me a reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now.” Malik said with a grim tone.

“All I wanted was to find someone worth of my skills. I wanted a challenge.” Zetto managed to choke out. Jace immediately broke the barrier and stopped Malik from doing anything further.

“That’ll be enough Malik.” He said. “The king of blades is powerful, but you can’t control it.” As Jace said this the others approached. He then turned towards the changelings and channeled massive amounts of mana to control the entire invasion force. “And you’re gonna stop this. Right now!” He said in a tone of voice that could intimidate a Thundermaw Hellkite. That, mixed with the mind magic made them all flee.

“Now… where were we?” Jace asked as if nothing had happened.