For the Warriors Who Play to Win! 🔥
In mana’s grip the match begins,
Where fate is drawn, and skill still wins.
With Yodin Zaku's fiery glare,
I set the board with brutal flair.
Serpentine Spy with Opportunity,
Strikes weaklings down with purity.
Djinn Oshannus, arcane might,
Reflects their magic back in fight.
Legionnaire Alvar, armored pride,
Stands like stone, no fear to hide.
Goblin Psychic, healing true,
Keeps my frontline marching through.
Tarsa’s flame, Obsidian's vines,
Summoners shape the battle lines.
While Quix the Devious bends the range,
A silent shift, a sudden change.
A Guild behind me, banners high,
We war beneath the tournament sky.
In Modern or in Wild, I roam,
Each ranked match forging legend’s home.
With Poison, Thorns, and Blast I dance,
Each round a deadly, bold advance.
Phase avoids what can't be seen,
While Resurrect redeems the fallen keen.
Kelya Frendul, sea-swept tide,
Boosts my speed and armored ride.
With Runi’s mask, I make my stand—
A legend born in Splinterlands.
Not just a game—it is a war,
A test of soul, of mind, and more.
Where cards are blades, and skill commands—
Long live the brave of Splinterlands.
