#thunder junction

SNAKE HORSE!

SNORSE!

finished the lore for thunder junction in magic the gathering and am in tears!

“C’mon out, fellers!”

Though he was backed against the base of a volcano and completely surrounded, the lone Hellspur acted like he was in complete control of the situation. The three bounty hunters present remained wary, maintaining a crossfire.

“Give it up, Brand,” growled an angel with a pure white vest, Stetson, and rapier. “We’re callin your bluff.”

An elf wielding twin crossbows nodded along. “Yeah, you ain’t foolin us. You’re alone.”

“And now you’ll die alone,” a cactusfolk stated plainly, while leveling a thunder blaster at the foe.

Flames leaked from Brand’s inhuman mask, crackling and popping to comprise his tone, completely confident.

“Wanna bet?”

Behind Brand, the volcano exploded. Ash and rock flew overhead, and lava flowed freely from the peak.

“You’re…trappin yourself more?”

“Wh- No! I said…! C’MON OUT, FELLERS!”

A massive silhouette appeared at the mouth of the volcano. It spread wings and took to the skies, revealing itself to be a massive fiery dragon.

“I suppose it’s only fair,” grumbled the angel, “that you get a helper. All right, then. Two against three.”

“Bit more’n three, Miss,” Brand snarked. As if on cue, more dragons appeared atop the volcano. “I suggest y’all surrender.”

“And you think they’ll leave you alone?” bristled the cactusfolk. “They’re hungry, and not too discernin.”

“We’re here, boss!”

“Again…wanna bet?”

The dragons landed in a rough semicircle behind the bounty hunters. They eyed them hungrily, but only until they dropped their weapons, at which point they eagerly conversed with Brand.

“Thanks, fellers…even if you didn’t hear me the first time.”

“The volcano’s loud!” one dragon snorted defensively. “But no, we’ll always be there for you. After all, you taught us magic!”

Brand angled his faceplate to glare at the hunters, even as he spoke to the dragons. “Don’t mention it! A little kindness goes a long way, after all!”

“Need I remind you why we’re- Ow!”

“Not the time,” the elf hissed to the angel.

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