Ral - Zaps Orzhov thrulls

          He raised one hand, and a bolt of white-hot plasma slammed into the agile priest, blasting him against the opposite wall with a crunch. Turning in the other direction, Ral waved a hand, and the crowd of charging thrulls collapsed into a twitching, shrieking mass with a crackle of power and a smell of roasting meat. The wave of power flowed past them, arcing from one body to the next, down the corridor and out of sight.

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The Gathering Storm, Chapter 7