Flight

Baltrice gaped at her, fire leaking from her eyes and between the fingers of her clenched fist. "You traitor!"

"You have no idea," the necromancer whispered.

Baltrice launched herself upward, carried aloft on wings and jets of flame. Surrounded in an aura of blackest magics, propelled by the touch of a dozen phantoms, Liliana rose to meet her.

Agents of Artifice (Magic The Gathering: Planeswalker Book 1), Chapter 31