Slayer stood upon the hillside, the city far off in the distance, and Clutchfiend's ship could be seen flying off into space.

"Well, let's do this..." slayer said, rolling up his robes he took a battle stance: left foot back, left arm at shoulder height, pointed straight at the portal with 2 fingers extended. his staff angled at the gateway, Blue energy crackling at it's tip.

They emerged. 2 large black forms, one twice Slayer's size, the other about the same. the first one stomped forth upon hugh feet, slayer could hear the pistons beneath the black skin grind against each other to keep it aloft. It's left arm had no hand, but many spikes and blades jutted from every possible direction. The right arm was shorter, but Slayer saw that it had in reality been replaced entirely with a large cannon. The second beast stayed behind the first, it's arms had been hacked off at the elbows, and 2 large blades were fused to the flesh, one curved and one flat and long. It's legs were also inverted, revealing it's ability for fast movement. Slayer wasted no words. He launched a sorcery from his staff that sent jolting electricity through the big one's armor plating, and a second that launched a fire ball at it's eyes.

the lightning energy was drawn off from inside the beast and dropped harmlessly into the ground, and the fire was but out almost before ti touched by a liquid substance secreted by the monster.

"Well, this should be fun..."

The large Phyrexian Negator raised his cannon and released a green/black light at Slayer, who quickly takes to the air to escape. The smaller Phyrexian was waiting for him, sending a fluid-dripping blade into the Planeswalker's shoulder, ripping clean through. Slayer felt the pain of the blade, and the plague venom seeping into the wound. With a thought, the green puss was ejected from Slayer's body, and his arm quickly regrew.

It was all the time they needed. The large Negator took an amazing leap upwards, the bashing arm chrushing Slayer's heart and lungs inwards, breaking all of his ribs. As the pair landed, Slayer seeming a mere fish on a barbarians club, the things arm swung down, pinning Slayer between the earth and itself. Slayer's thoughts were filled with pain, but he managed to launch another spell, an enchantment that caused the ground below him to sprout large vines. They vines took hold of the thing and pulled it's arm from Slayer, despite the fanatical slashing from the smaller Negator. as soon as he could concentrate, slayer 'walked from the place and appeared behind them. The wounds closed quickly, and Slayer released one more spell upon them.

The smaller negator suddenly turned upon the larger one, sinking it's blades with incredible speed into it's carapace. The larger one fell, it's head lopped off and blood pouring from multiple gashes on it's form. The spell fell from the smaller one, who turned to come face-to-face with the searing breath of a fire drake.

Slayer panted and relaxed as the Negator fell into a oily mess upon the earth, and the Dragon shimmered away into nothingness. "That was too close." he muttered, casting another enchantment on the remains of the battle to clean up.

"Far too close, I must be more careful..."

Slayer turned to the Black Portal, and with a simple gesture, closed it.

"Better be getting back..."

Slayer then appeared aboard the Starblade, he didn't take notice of the Phyrexian oil-blood, nor his own, upon his outfit. He walked (( Er... unless the cockpit is to small? )) up to Clutch and smiled, "False alarm, sorry about that..."

Slayer makes the sudden realization and thinks the stains away. "Err.. that's ok,.." he takes a seat beside Kari and changes the subject, "So, what's going on?"