When the Mage had unleashed her volley Lute he didn't move, picking up the shield of a fallen brother he reached back drawing on the mana around him. He unleashed his own spell, [url=http://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Card/Details.aspx?multiverseid=366435]Boros Charm[/url] Every soldier around him cried out wounds did not matter, Seria above swooped down upon the the woman who had begun this attack. Lute turned to the soldiers "kill them where they stand! For Ravnica! For justice!"

The angel's holy blade eager to taste the blood of the witch that had harmed her soldiers, she swooped down yet fire errupted around the witch as well Seria was a [url=http://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Card/Details.aspx?multiverseid=366341]Firemane Avenger[/url]. As Lute and all the other soldiers Azorius or Boros rushed in, the Rakdos would find it impossible to cut them down. Blades bouncing off skin and armor, spells finding no purchase as they out numbered and felled targets with no wounds. 

This way the power of a guild mage and an angel, one to give the troops the power they needed to over come. The other to give them the divine will to charge at certain death with no fear. In those moments when the forces met the Rakdos could see that this was not a battle to the Boros but a simple proof of power. Lute rushed Boris bringing a blade down aimed for his instrument, the blade dancer twirled wildly a second move a jab aimed for the man's knee.