As he rose from the surf and then went for Romaro, the black stallion's assault was thwarted by another set of horses. His red eyes blazed as he set his sights upon the mare in which had started everything. If he were a wolf in that moment, his tongue would be licking over his lips as a dangerous way of thought took over, but instead a smirk curled against his lips before his large head shifted to face the territory leader who came running as if he could take him on easily. Lucifer had muscle and strength, but this arabian mutt had the speed and agility, making Lucifer groan in boredom as he finally stood still, his wet hair dripping on the sands.


“Come at me pretty boy…” He hissed, his deep voice vibrating from his chest as he took a step forward, wanting Helios to come at him. It was not the thrill of the chase that had Lucifer now, but the thrill of the fight. It had been far too long since someone actually gave him the ass kicking he needed, but he was not terrified of an ankle biter and it showed upon his face as he tilted his head to the side in a mocking sad look. “You are so small… wouldn't even be a taste test out of you.” Sighing then, Lucifer shook his head and tilted it the other way. “C’mon… lets have some fuuuuunnnnn.”