Damn it. Angels hurt. Of course, pain only makes the whole spectacle more... spectacular.

The woman leading the attack cackled loudly as the two forces began to clash. Blood and bodies were everywhere, on both sides of the battlefield. Her own was suffering due to there being outnumbered, but the man who had been on a roof had at least dealt with the angel that had hurt her just a moment ago.

She saw a way to even up the fight in a way the Boros forces wouldn't anticipate. She raised an arm into the air, as a pulse of deep red energy echoed over the battle. Now, as each of the Rakdos warriors fell and died, they would burst into a ball of fire, almost always killing the killer. Oh, the looks on their faces! The Boros soldiers were no longer sure whether or not they should be attacking their enemies. It really was a [url=http://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Card/Details.aspx?multiverseid=368945]Showstopper[/url].

The woman now noticed an elf, who appeared to be some sort of authority figure towards the goblins. Interesting. Certainly not as sophisticated as one might expect from an elf, but who cares? The woman strode towards him, ignoring both the cut and the burn she had recieved from that damn angel, and pulled a long, slender knife from her boot.