MTG Salvation

Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, Anna hovered above the arena floor, blowing up a small cloud of dust a few inches tall. She laughed at the slow, awkward movements the ogre made down the stairs. "Catch me if you can!" she taunted, her small hands glowing a faint blue.

An opulent space beneath the Consortium building is used for Duels for Planeswalkers, as their powers may or may not be too much for the general populace of the City of Guilds.

This is for Loguh and Anna the elf only. All other posting here, unless you are WPL's, will feel the Wrath of Bob.

Loguh glared at the little thing, whatever it was, he was planning on squashing it, "Stop running and fight like an Ogre, little thing!" An aura of red blazing from him, to the untrained eye, it might seem like he was on fire.

Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, Anna hovered above the arena floor, blowing up a small cloud of dust a few inches tall. She laughed at the slow, awkward movements the ogre made down the stairs. "Catch me if you can!" she taunted, her small hands glowing a faint blue.

{Taking my roll of 1 from the other thread, for honesty's sake.}

I already moved the posts... and a reminder, WPLs will make Arenas for you to fight in. No need to make your own.

Loguh roared in anger, the red mana coming out of his body joined together to his side and took form, a rather displeased looking Boar sprang into existence.

He still hadn't finished though, he pet the top of his beast, fingers glowing, the red glow spreading to make a strange pattern on the beast, it starting to squeal in anger as it glowed.

The Ogre pointed, "... Sic em." And with that, the Boar charged.

Anna was definitely taken by surprise, a beast ready to gore her right from the start. Knowing she couldn't flit out of the way fast enough, she braced herself for impact. It knocked her to the ground, but she was able to get back up without a ton of trouble. The charge still left a bruise, though.

The Ogre grinned as the Boar returned to his side, him petting it, "Maybe next time you won't taunt something that can smash you into dust," he smiled, as he waited for his energies to re-collect.

Anna relaxed, simply standing in her end of the arena to allow her wings to rest. Her hands glowed blue as a circular panorama of Glen Elendra materialized behind her, a pair of fluttering fighters flying out of the AEtheric gate to serve as sentinels for their summoner. Their scimitars were smaller than even the smallest knives she had ever seen an elf use. "Try me," she taunted the ogre.

The Ogre grins, This is battle, this is how it needs to be done. His energies return to him as he prepares for more.

He clenches his fist, and his red mana aura shifts, condensing him him, and he crackles with unnatural electricity suddenly.

He then flicks his hand out, the Boar charges the caster again.

Just as the boar prepared to charge a second time, another nimble sprite raced out of the gate, toward the boar's face. She stabbed and slashed across the berserk beast's snout rapidly, hoping to deter its charge.

It succeeds, the Boar flails a bit and retreats past mid arena, the Ogre glares a bit, once again collecting his mana.

The two combatants are startled by the sound of high pitched, hysterical laughter coming from somewhere in the stands, causing them to lose their footing slightly, but not their concentration. Otherwise, nothing seems amiss.

As soon as the boar retreats, the three faeries start to swarm Loguh, as if on cue. Anna simply smiles as they chuckle, circling him before going in for a strike.

Though they annoy and bug him, they can't seem to pierce his thick skin, his hand swings round and catches one of the fluttery things, knocking it out of the air and into the ground, bursting it into the magic that made it.

Whatever armor this thing was wearing, it was tough. The blades of the fae couldn't pierce that armor. She summoned from Glen Elendra's gate a swarming clique, buzzing around Anna in an effort to protect her.

Pass turn.

Loguh felt his energy return to him, he simply smiled, knowing the little flurry of things were in for a... shock.

He clenched his fist to gather a bit of his mana, then cast it out, another large and burly Ogre starting to appear before him, along with chains binding it to the ground. The mana that made him though, crackled with the same electricity, and as he formed, a Bolt of energy raced from him, straight towards the fae-touched elf.

"Tsk-tsk," Anna taunted the ogre. "You have no time for that." With a snap of the finger, another faerie buzzed from behind the Glen Elendra gate. The newly-summoned minion flitted in front of Loguh, raised a finger over her mouth as to tell him to be quiet, then shook her head. She zoomed toward his fist and blew out the flame at the center of where the red mana gathered.

Okay, just a notice for you guys, there is no graveyard really. you have unlimited castings of all your spells, but can only control 4 at a time.

This only preceded to anger the Ogre even further.

He let out a primal roar, 2 more of the same kind began to form, the same electricity crackling and ready to come undone. He also threw his hand forward, and the Boar once more charge in rage.

The lightning bolts hurt. She'd never felt the pain of electricity running through her in her life--those crazy cinders and flamekin only knew fire. This paralyzed her just long enough for the boar to make another big bruise on her. Anna groaned, dropping to one knee for a second or two before getting ahold of herself again.

The Ogre glared, accompanied by his pair of body guards now, though both chained to the ground, they could not advance. The Boar returned to his side.

Loguh was panting a bit from the effort put into that last display.

Just as the boar ran back to the ogre's side, another pair of faeries, these ones lancers, materialized in front of Anna. The sound of buzzing and clicking wings filled the arena, no one able to distinguish each pair's individual source.

She took a deep breath, two more cliques out of the gate behind her. Oona had told her before that the size of her army was not to be underestimated. She meant it. The original clique hovered toward her foe, looking to bop him with whatever they had handy.

I doubt you have any responses to this since you're tapped out, but just in case...

Though a few could not harm him, a swarm apparently could, by focusing there attacks together, several cuts and scrapes started appearing on the Ogre, he swatted and swung to no avail. His so called Body Guards apparently useless against the agile fliers.


Edit: You only lost 4 life from that attack, not 12. you should be at 36.
(ooc: Oh right! Summoning sickness, my bad =3)

Anna crossed her arms, smiling as she was finally able to get through that tough armor. "Our Queen means it!" Then, she took to the air, her wings blowing dust around again while she hovered a few feet above the arena.

Pass turn.

OOC: Only one of them attacked you. You should be at 36.