The Mounted Mage charges into the fray, a celestial conduit atop a swift steed. Robes, a tapestry of celestial hues, billow like the winds of Azyr. A staff, crackling with arcane energy, channels the power of the heavens. With a gesture, spells weave through the air, leaving trails of ethereal light. The Mounted Mage, a symphony of magic and swiftness, rides with the grace of a shooting star, an enchanting force on the battlefield.