Imagine Yurlok of Scorch Thrash meeting Gev from Bloomburrow.
Yurlok began to feel a familiar tug of the Blind Eternities. Some mana-mancer, massive and ungraspable. This happens from time to time. Some great force, aware of Yurlok's particular set of skills, has need to summon his essence to a field of war and conflict. Privately, Yurlok thought that those great ones who commanded him so often were unkind, cruel, or worse yet - he was a plaything to an ill-entertained Planeswalker.
He felt himself slip from the bonfire of Scorch Thrash. In a moment, he was present, alove and whole in some battle-scarred taiga. He took a breath, then another, then a third. This 'summoning', as he knew it, always put him off-kilter.
And yet, he found himself modified somewhat, tenser in his arms and legs. He noticed his posture was straighter, and when he ran his tongue over his flesh-rending teeth, their sharpness surprised him. Something must have happened to him in the summoning, something that was not expected. He was used to the overwhelming sense of mana flow, the warm rush of leylines full to bursting with arcane power, but he was never the recipient of such an uplifting force. He scanned the area he now found himself in, using his vigilant sense of smell to find what's caused his newfound power.
A little... guy.
Big eyes. Red and obsidian-dark scales. A flaming blade, not unlike Ajani's dual-head axe, but much smaller. Tail as long as his body.
He was why Yurlok was feeling so bolstered.
He looked tired. Poor fella, he probably just seeing his little blade, and he was beside himself from the effort.
The little eye blinked at him, seemingly aware of Yurlok's enhanced state. Then, as though he could hear something coming, he motioned with his free hands, clawed and infantile.
Back up.
Yurlok backed up.
A frilled sandwalla burst to reality. Hardly a creature Yurlok would need to make room for, but it was about the small thing's size. Immediately after this new lizard became tangible, the bladed ally began to glow and spurter. He hissed a gruesome curse, magical flame building around him, and three bolts of energy blazer or of him, flying in three different directions.
Yurlok then realized that the sandwalla was as tall as him.
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