stepped on by gearhulk

Gideon shoved the old man clear and had just enough time to look up before the massive steel foot stamped down on his head.

Darkness.

Grinding. Metal on metal shrieks, vibrations through gravel and dirt.

Daylight, filtered through downward-spinning motes of dust.

He reached up, grabbed splintered pavement edges, and pulled himself out of the hole. The old man, sprawled by the side of the road, gaped at him. Gideon gave him a reassuring grin and shook the dirt out of his hair with one hand. "It's all right," he called, with forced cheer. "I'm indestructible." The ground shook as the Gearhulk's foot fell again. He'd have to thank Nissa for their practice back on Ravnica.

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BURN