^ Rear tendrils mask finely crafted flank. Unguis strike sanded firma. Ascending claxons detonate auditive pittons of nemisis.^
"I give you a chance, nemisis. One chance to exit my dominion... Or Moonlight Fier, my new mares, Jasper Twilight and Johiva's Treasure, and I will rain all hell on you. You will detonate at our wrath. Our screamin fortes will be the last you hear as your frame is struck into this very earth. May I warn you that I am a relative of Shadow Courser, one of the strongest studs in all of these lands? If you do not exit, my three mares and I will destroy you... Your only remnant for your relatives, if you have any, will be your jugular rotting upon my turuf... And I will be proud to thrust your deathly frame into the sea!"
^ Thee black tyrant's optics bore unto the helpless soul of the nemisis. In case he does choose into the battle mode... The stud plummets unguis, driven by the force of gravitational downbring, unto the dominion, claiming foremost motility... Angered is psyche as the mercenary awaits the opposer's retort... Though he must know of the four steeds who will release wrath unto him... And that they have claimed the first move...^
