Bloodsoaked britches

It hadn’t been that long since he’d gone up against the gold-twisted girl on the battlefield, but he already longed for another taste of victory. It had done wonders for his self-esteem to be able to come out the successful one in what he considered his first official fight. Maybe he wasn’t a waste of the Abraxas lineage after all? But, he couldn’t know for sure until he tried again, and he knew he couldn’t stop there. He needed to keep going, keep fighting his way up until he was good enough for the blood that ran through his veins. His large feet set foot on the wastelands of the battlefield and he tipped his horned head back, calling for any to join him for a test of strength.