We have our first guest submission here at rules-into-flavor from @2fast2heck. Thanks so much for sharing your story with us! It’s awesome!

Interaction: player A attacks with Akroma, Angel of Fury and a bunch of soldier tokens. Player B activates Sneak Attack’s ability, putting a Zealous Conscripts into play, gaining control of Akroma. Akroma is removed from combat. Player B blocks a soldier token each with Akroma and Conscripts. At end of turn, Zealous Conscripts is sacrificed and control of Akroma returns to player A.

The flavor:

The wind tugged at Akroma as she shot across the sky, a comet of destruction and war, the tips of her wings spread out, casting a great shadow on the ground in the blinding sun.

The muscles of her wings flexed and she swooped down into a canyon to the front of her battalion to herald their arrival to the battle, her sword raised. The sides of the canyon loomed over them, dark and red like blood.

Akroma had breathed in to shout a rallying cry to her troops when a shadow appeared over her. Someone had jumped, or rather been hurled from, the clifftop. The stranger struck akroma like a cannon ball, knocking the wind out of her lungs and out from beneath her wings as they tumbled down to the ground.

Akroma spat red dust from her mouth as she stood. The stranger, stumbling and struggling with vertigo, managed to stand up as well. Avacyn raised her sword as it burst into flames and turned to face the stranger, shouting “Taste the fires of my rage you mortal-”

Akroma stopped, shaken. She recognized the woman standing before her, familiar ridiculous hat and all.

“Ada?”

Before Ada could reply, she was set upon by two of Akroma’s own soldiers. Without hesitation, Akroma grabbed one by the neck. The soldier burst into flames and fell into a pile of ashes at her feet.

Ada parried a blow from the other soldier’s blade with her longsword and they fell into a struggle on the ground. Ada was still dizzy from the fall from the clifftop and it showed in her dulled reflexes. The soldier managed to bury their blade into Ada’s abdomen. She screamed in pain, but she used that pain to focus, letting the fear and rage of it drive her knife into the soldier’s neck.

Akroma ran to her and fell to her knees beside her, pushing the dead soldier off of her. She quickly pulled Ada to her breast, embracing her.

“Ada, I-”, Akroma began.

Ada reached out with a hand to cradle Akroma’s cheek. “I’d love to catch up but you have to go, Akroma.”

“What are you talking about?” akroma asked, tears streaming down her cheeks and falling to combine with the mixture of Ada and the soldoer’s blood that was staining Ada’s tunic. “I wouldn’t just leave you here. You can’t die here. Where’s your camp? I can fly you to your medical tent.”

“Look around you, Love. Do you want a mutiny on your hands? Besides, what vetter way to go than in the arms of an angel?” Ada was right. More soldiers were coming. They were coming to lay down their lives and strike vengeance in the name of Akroma, Angel of Fury.

“I don’t care about them!” Akroma cried. “I’ll take you to my camp if you won’t lead me to yours.” Akroma cradled Ada in her arms and spread her wings as she stood up.

Ada chuckled weakly “You were always so stubborn.” Akroma leapt into the sky, her wings beating to carry the two of them out of the canyon. Sunlight illuminated Ada and Akroma’s faces as the wind tousled Akroma’s hair.

“I’d like to see a doctor turn you down under threat of holy fire.” Ada’s head drooped back ominously and her eyelids fluttered closed. “Hey!” Akroma shouted. Ada stirred and opened her eyes. Akroma needed to keep her awake. “Do you remeber that time back in Kessig when I had to blast that werewolf off of you?” they both smiled as tears continued to escape from the corners of Akroma’s eyes and fall into the wind. “You smelled like burnt dog hair for a week! You swore if we ever lived together we could only ever have cats. Do you still want a cat?”

Ada didn’t respond. The wind howled. Soldiers below clashed steel against steel.

“Ada?” Akroma choked.

…

The sun had long since set. Akroma had tried her best to carve Avacyn’s symbol out of stone despite her jealousy of the other angel. It was lopsided and misshapen, but it would have to do. Ada would have wanted a proper religious burial. Akroma set the carving down on top of the patch of turned earth that marked the grave. Ada had always been afraid of being raised as a ghoul. She had even shuddered at the idea of a holy resurrection. Ada believed that life should end and that if you were lucky it would end well. Akroma’s would not.

Akroma sheathed her sword, now covered in dents and scratches from being used as a carving knife. She walked in the direction of her camp, dried tears and dust caked on her face. There was still a war to fight.