>>7705031A 1/1 farmer throwing himself in front of a 7/7 wurm to save his master.
The planeswalker watched as the farmer threw himself at the dusky scaled wurm.
"Stop!! don't throw your lives away!!"
The farmer stood defiant as the wurm bore down and trampled through him, it's pitchfork barely knicking the thick scales of the beast.
But the peasants did not listen. Through the wheat covered plains, they took up their arms, and one by one, fell before the wurm. But with each farmer crushed beneath the might of the wurm, another wound appeared on its massive body.
The wurm, bloodied yet still charging, was only steps away from the planeswalker, before the seventh farmer struck. He drove his hoe deep into the wurm's flesh, it cried in pain as it fell, but in it's death throes lashed out at the planeswalker. The farmer shoved his master out of the way and took the bone shattering blow.
The wurm lay dead, struck by a half dozen and one farming implements, a half dozen corpses lay in its wake.
The planeswalker cradled the dying farmer in his arms.
"I...I'm sorry...I don't have any healing salves..." he said, biting back his tears.
"we owed our lives and livelihood to you sah" the farmer spoked through bloodied gasps, the light of his gentle eyes fading.
"and today, you collect that debt"
The planeswalker cradled the body in his arms, until the warmth faded from his hands. White hot tears fell down his face.
"WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR??"