His cry of war was answered just how he wanted it to be. The blue roan stallion emerges from the trees in a charge and knocks his skull into him. Warsaw side steps from the force of the stallion's hit, but his head swings towards Tarek with jaws open. He snaps his teeth in the direction of the stallion just as his teeth pinch the skin of his shoulder. Further down his body, another set of teeth pinched the tender part of his belly. Grey ears flatten as his head snaps in the direction of this second horse just as her forelimbs raise to meet his skin.

He feels her rage as her legs push him aside. He felt the rage of Tarek as he attacked him. His head throws back with brown eyes staring at the sky as he could see the faint outlines of stars. It wasn't quite dark enough, but he could tell the day was reaching its end. He prays he would not be following the darkness, but overcome this next battle and show the Forest Queen why he was here. The time was finally here! Persephone would be driven out of her home and sent packing pregnant with his seed. She deserved all of it and more.

Another cry leaves his lips as his body turns towards the Forest vixen. "Finally I've found you." His body lunges forward with teeth snapping in her direction. "You refused my seed last time, but this time I won't be asking." The only thing that might save her was the blue stallion. What could he do to make quick work of the stallion? He knew this was Hannah's mate and he had his own fish to fry with the stallion. His eyes turn to Tarek with a snort. "And you." His chest puffs out. "Sneaking into my home to mount your mate while she was under my care. I hope you realize you were too late. Those foals are mine."

His teeth snap in the stallion's direction. He didn't wish to run from this battle, but he had wished a private conversation with the Forest Queen where it would be easier to take her under his body. This setting would just have to do. He charges the bay varnish mare and tries to reach the target area as he reaches to nip at her rump.