Emrakul Brood- Strikes much harder then naturally

Hal was gripped by vertigo, her vision dimmed. Impossible.

"Are'mrakul." The abomination of the elder lurched forward. It was all Hal could do to brandish her sword and block his thick, branching arm.

"Come'mrakul. Be'mrakul." Elder Kolman's words tumbled through Hal's spinning mind. How could this monster be the man she had once known?

He swung at her with an arm that was like the trunk of a tree. Hal staggered back, her mind reeling.

"Are'mrakul. Be'mrakul." The words wrapped round and round her, enveloping her. They told her not to think, not to worry, just to surrender. Be'mrakul. I'amrakul.

"Hal?" Alena's voice. "Hal! His arm. Watch on the right!"

Hal heard the words, but didn't make sense of them. Suddenly a flash of silver split through the Elder's thick arm. Alena's blade. Hal knew she should swing her sword too. But it was so heavy. It did not want to be swung.

Be'mrakul. One'mrakul. She felt like she was floating.

"Hal!" Alena sounded upset. But she was far away. So far away.

EMRAKUL RISES