He watches a fight break out on either side of him, feeling like a god in this war. Dark eyes watch the chaos with a large smirk that alights with eyes with the look of a madman. Wounds littler his grey body in the form of bruises and cuts. Dirt runs up his legs from running through the mud and from being rolled through the dirt as he fought off his enemies. He has had success in certain areas, but he had not won every battle that came his way. Some opponents proved their worth against his might, but there was still some he wished to see.

Dear Persephone has been elusive expect for the very start of this war. He expects she was hiding her child someone, but he was determined to find them. There was also the mare Evren he was sure would give a good fight and his hated enemy Shamwari. It was time he finally brought defeat upon the red stallion that dares steal from him just as he had done to his painted friend. He wouldn't mind getting ahold of Bjorn either and showing him with desertion really feels like. So many possibilities still left in this fight.

His body rises amongst the clashing horses and he lets out a scream. Surely, there would be someone of interest to hear it and come running to his challenge.