“Charge!” Tiny Tim sounded out the order to attack as he and his sizeable army rushed headlong into the endless flowing tide of the Phyrexian forces led by Praetor Sillyimp The armies collided with a loud clash of steal. Tiny Tim’s sword flashes and cuts down phyrexians left and right. His army takes down many phyrexians but they too begin to have major losses. Tiny Tim jumps and lands onto the back of a Phyrexian Scuta and slashes down cutting of its head. A second wave of phyrexians, bigger than the first swarms the battlefield led by Shadow. Sillyimp takes flight, grabs onto one of the enemy’s soldiers, and picks him up by the hair. The soldier swings around trying to hit Sillyimp but his struggling is useless. Sillyimp climbs higher and higher and then drops the soldier hundreds of feet onto the oncoming coalition army. As his small group of soldiers slowly began to succumb to the endless flow of phyrexians Tiny Tim heard a distinct yet similar sound. It was the low guttural cry of Glacian and his army. As Glacian’s army charged towards Tiny Tim’s position they came face to face with a wave of phyrexians larger than that of the first. Glacian planed shifted himself to where Tiny Tim stood fighting off a legion of foes with his standard and the small sword he carried. In the blink of an eye the two were back at the rear of their army. Glacian shouted to his elite team of mages to start their spell. A crackle of air surrounded the twenty mages as twenty massive drakes blocked the sun out. The drakes swooped and breathed fire all across the raging battlefield burning the flesh of friend and foe alike. Swarms of winged phyrexians led by Sillyimp turned and covered the drakes like gnats on a dead boar. The drakes started to fall, one of them went into a steep dive and came crashing towards Glacian, who was mounting his horse to join the battle, the drake’s wing collided into him. Glacian went flying over the back of his horse and was dragged for a few hundred feet before the drake phased out. Tiny Tim came running up to Glacian. He knelt down next to Glacian and asked “Are you all right, are you hurt?” Glacian looks around and sees his horse decapitated and lying on the ground where it had once stood.      “I am lucky to be alive, but it’ll take more than that to take me out of this war” Glacian says and then slowly gets up from the ground, brushes of the dirt from his battle gear.      “Incoming!” Tiny Tim shouted as he turned and saw Sillyimp leading a gigantic cloud of battleflies towards their position. Glacian screamed at the top of his lung for the entire army to make a full retreat. As the remaining troops tried to escape, Shadow lead a charge into the main body of Coalition soldiers. Swinging his newly formed arms that were shaped as massive spiked balls. He turned and smashed troops with swipes of his massive weapons. The Remaining Drakes began to spew forth fire to cover the tracks of the coalition army but it was engulfed in a large swarm of battle flies. The drake fell in a spiral and landed in the midst of the Phyrexian army. Sillyimp attacked the final straggling soldier. He grabbed hold of him and with several swift motions of his tail sliced the man in to pieces. Snatching up the man’s arm he began to gnaw on the shoulder. “What *smack* should we *smack* do now?” he quizzed.      “Firstly we shall go and meet Demon lord’s army in Keld and then finish conquering Northern Jamurra.” Shadow shot back.      “Very good sir *erp*.” Sillyimp replied as he started to laugh his maniacal laugh.      Cuffing Sillyimp, Shadow scolded him, “stop laughing you fool and get your army together we are moving out at dawn with or without you.”      “Yes sir,” Sillyimp said and with a sharp salute he was off. Shaking his head Shadow spoke to himself, “what an idiot. Why in the nine spheres was he made a praetor.” Shadow turned and slowly walked to his army muttering something about how insane they overlords were becoming.