“得到他的男孩！ 部署BLIMP!”
Nicol Bolas puts down his piña colada, groans, and then puts down Chandra.
“What devilry is this?”
Bolas spits out Nissa like a wad of tobacco, pulls Sarkhan out of his waist strap, and turns.
“尾巴！ 记住鳗鱼！ KIORA指导你！ 攻击，好男孩！杀！ 胜利，然后杀了，为了荣耀！ 或者可能是它的另一种方式，但你知道该怎么做！ 准备好了！ 我的身体准备好了！ 我们走吧!!!”
with a sonic boom and a low moan from Jianngu, Mowu bounces off a wall and launches towards the citadel... and his prize: Bolas’s Tail.
“Who even likes dogs??” Bolas flips his tail, flippantly rolling his eyes. Mowu latches on! “Oh for the love of me...”
flailing about, his tail whipping with prehensile strength, Bolas fails to dislodge the chiseled steel jaw of Mowu
“从事！ 你有动力！ 进入频道和历史的东西！ 永远留在HORROR的条约!!!”
With the right movement, Mowu dislodges, free at last, free to enter...