From his position on the roof, Boris could see all the chaos going on. He hadn't yet picked up the paper plane, but had put his foot on it so it wouldn't be blown away. He briefly stopped plucking the strings of his guitar and chuckled. [color=black]"Now this seems interesting... Why don't I join in..."[/color]

Focusing on the charred remains in the street, the world around him seemed to drown itself out. The ashes from the charred body started swirling upwards, drawn to a single point in the air. After the intake of ashes stopped and the black orb levitated in mid-air it started expanding, then it formed limbs--and horns. As Boris opened his eyes again, a [url=http://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Card/Details.aspx?multiverseid=380424]Gnarled Scarhide[/url] had manifested from the ashes and was brutally attacking Boros legionnaires, and the occasional goblin that got in its way. 

No longer focused on the creation of his minotaur, Boris started feeling sick. He knew of course, that he had only one cure--music. Striking a few chords to calm his nerves, Boris soon turned to playing a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OoHGZFyMCHU]tune[/url], even singing the song as he prepared his next move.

[color=black][i]"Listen up, there's not a moment to spare. It's quite a drop from the top, so how are you feeling down there?"[/i][/color]

Turning to Lute from his rooftop, Boris couldn't help but smirk as he continued reciting the lyrics, even though his song would probably be lost in the din. His fingers struck the chords quickly and violently, 

[color=black][i]"It's a cold, cruel, harsh reality. Caught, stuck, here with your enemies!"[/i][/color]
 
Still, something was odd. That lady was by all means shady, yet the Boros mage seemed surprisingly friendly towards her. Before Boris could think about it further, however, he felt a searing headache, causing him to fall to his knees. Grabbing the letter and stowing it while he got up, Boris now had a more wicked look to him, as if he were a different person altogether. Even after he got up again, he did not stop playing, if anything, he was playing more violently now.

[color=black][i]"Who do you think you are? Tearing us all apart, where did you think you could go? 'Cause everyone already knows, it's twenty to one. Yeah, so you better run!"[/i][/color]