Urza - Telefragging

Urza shuddered with the unholy motion of the thing shredding his innards. He almost let go in that moment, if only to steal K’rrik’s final victory, but an impulse arose in him to remain a moment more.

K’rrik towered over him now and lifted his scimitar high. “Good night, Planeswalker.” The blade descended.

In the moment before it struck, a sudden surge of power filled Urza—strength from within him, but strength that was not his. Multani. It was strength enough for a single planeswalk. With the power came a whispered word, the one place to which Urza could planeswalk that would mask him from the falcons and give him the final victory.

K’rrik.

With a thought, Urza stepped out of space. He disappeared from the floor and the rattling creature. For a breath, he was in a nowhere place, but he did not linger there, lest the Phyrexian would understand. With a second thought, Urza stepped back into reality. He emerged at the exact core of K’rrik’s body. Urza’s form of scintillating energy swelled into being from the spot, bursting the Phyrexian’s flesh in a rain of meat and glistening oil. K’rrik exploded, and in his place stood an oil-drenched planeswalker. Bits of eel-skin spattered out across the ruined vats.

Urza held still, not daring to blink or breathe.

The falcon that had moments before been rending him rattled to a stop on the glass-strewn floor.

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Time Streams, Chapter 17