Oko - Drake Form 3

Garruk wasn’t beaten yet. Hundreds of crows spilled out of the branches to mob the drake, blinding it with sheer numbers, pecking at its eyes and vulnerable throat. Garruk shoved through the chaos, flinging people aside as he raced for the shapeshifter with death in his eyes.

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Will found a pinch of ice to cast at the drake, hoping to slow any attempt Oko would make to shapeshift again. Rowan’s hands shone as she sent a surge of lightning through the scaled body, the shock of it amplified by Will’s ice.

The drake shuddered and twisted but Rowan did not let go as the crows flapped and cawed, more crows flying in to take the place of those shaken off, crushed, or bitten. Will dove, grabbing for one of the drake’s legs. Ardenvale knights arrived, each grabbing legs, tail, battering wings, anything to hold down the struggling beast. Some were flung aside, some torn by the drake’s claws, but even so their combined efforts were too much for it as they pinned it to the ground.

The edges of the drake’s form frayed like cloth, as if it were starting to come apart. Where solid flesh unraveled into darkness, the knights lost their grip and stumbled. A cloud of turbulent darkness spun faster and faster until the creature lost all semblance of its old form. In a whoosh like air expelled by a bellows, the drake transformed into the elf they’d first met on Choking Drum. His face was smeared with dirt, and he bled from dozens of pinpricks on his skin where the crows had pecked and clawed him.

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Throne of Eldraine: The Wildered Quest, Part Two: Winter