Quand le Mage avait déchaîner sa volley Lute, il ne bougeait pas, ramassant le bouclier d'un frère déchiqueté, il entrait en tirant sur la mana qui l'entourait. Il a déclenché son propre sort, Boros Charm Chaque soldat autour de lui a crié blessures n'avait pas d'importance, Seria au-dessus s'est renversée sur la femme qui avait commencé cette attaque. Lute s'est tourné vers les soldats "tuez-les là où ils se trouvent! Pour Ravnica! Pour la justice!"
La sainte lame de l'ange, désireuse de goûter le sang de la sorcière qui avait fait du mal à ses soldats, s'est effondrée et le feu s'est ébranlé autour de la sorcière. Comme Lute et tous les autres soldats Azorius ou Boros se précipitaient, les Rakdos trouveraient impossible de les réduire. Blades rebondissant sur la peau et l'armure, sorts ne trouvant aucun achat car ils ont numéroté et abattu des cibles sans blessures.
De cette façon, le pouvoir d'une guilde mage et d'un ange, un pour donner aux troupes le pouvoir dont elles avaient besoin pour venir. L'autre pour leur donner la volonté divine de charger à une certaine mort sans crainte. Dans les moments où les forces rencontraient les Rakdos, on voyait qu'il ne s'agissait pas d'une bataille contre les Boros, mais d'une simple preuve de pouvoir. Lute a précipité Boris apportant une lame vers le bas visée pour son instrument, la danseuse de lame a agité sauvagement un second mouvement un jab visé pour le genou de l'homme.
Name: Lute Blade Dancer
Age: 24
Race: Human
Appearance:



Personality: Conviction and passion, two things needed to lead among the legion Lute carries these in spades. Unlike his more brutal brother's and sister in the legion Lute inspire's his troopers to fight harder leading the charge himself. His movements graceful as an angel and as brutal as a giant. He dances though blood and gore finding his purpose in the fire's of battle, while many see this as psychotic in legion it as seen as enlightenment.
History: Born among the guildless as an orphan, Lute grew up watching Wojek protect his streets. Enamored with these individuals he began to train himself in the alleys around his home. While few would reprimand the boys training he soon discovered his in born talent for magic. Adding basic spell casting to his sword training the boy grew tall and strong, driving back guildless cut throats. He was accepted as Wojek and soon began to rise through the ranks as he lead his squad through countless bitter battles.
However a mortal can only assume the rank of guildmage within the Boros chain of command while this gives him the right to speak direct with angels that rule the guild he holds little sway over all. Among his brothers and sisters he is scene as fine mortal example of what all legionaries should strive for. While he is often among Sunhome garrison his position gives him the freedom to join his brothers on the field of battle. Often attaching himself to patrols, night watches, and the occasional nav squad he is staunch ally and fervent defender of the people.
Associates: While he does not associate heavily with the other guilds, as a Wojek he worked closely with Azorius law mages. However with access to Sunhome, the Wojek investigator files, and local Wojek forces rarely does he ever know nothing of his target.
Guild: Boros
Rank within guild: 3
Colors: Red White

1 Lightning Bolt
2 Boros Charm
2 Legions Initiative
2 Lightning Helix
4 Warleader's Helix
5 Assemble the Legion


1 Boros elite
1 Legion Loyalist
3 Boros Reckoner
3 Frontline Medic
4 Spark Trooper
4 Firemane Angel
5 Blaze Commando

Additional information: A very capable dancer and singer leans heavily on sheer overwhelming force as any Boros soldier does.