Jasmine fought well up until the point when Urza detonated the biggest of his trademark planes - shattering bombs .   It was a bomb that all who survived wished never to experience again .   It even paled the bomb that was in play during the battle between Urza and his brother, Mishra .   It was even enough to actually kill Urza, the majority of the heroic crew of the Weatherlight, the entirety of Phyrexia, a good chunk of Rath, and heavens knows what parts of Dominaria were part of the casualties as well . It was obvious to Jasmine Sparkfloe that she was a bit too close to that blast herself . Jasmine wiggled each of her four limbs to check to check that, to her surprise, she was still in one peace .   However, the next wave of ocean crashing onto on her made her realize that she should move further inland before checking that for her fingers and toes . Although she could feel everything, that didn’t come with movement .   It took her some time to push herself up from the sand and stand up; five cean waveson her sore back were counted as she did this .   She managed to take about a dozen steps inland and out of the ocean’s reach before falling back down to her knees . Jasmine had seen better days, that’s for certain .   Her purple robe was shredded into strips of cloth that would fall off her body at any second .   Her hair was matted to her face by salt water, smoke particles, and stuff she doesn’t want to think about .   She pulled back some stray strands behind one of her pointed half - elven ears .   The exposed skin was reddened, windburned and raw from the various elements it had been exposed to .