Stick 'Em With the Pointy End

He had been growing restless, and so made his way to the battlefield. Medusa had said he was fine to go about whatever he wanted to do, and though it surprised him, he was glad to finally be able to roam where he wished. Though he supposed it helped for him to be a good boy and not get under the Wraith's skin...and the fact he helped save one of her pups from getting eaten. After that fight with the cougar though, he knew he had to get better and what better way to do that then to go to the battlefield and find someone to fight? The horn on his head glistened in the light, and the red streaked boy eventually came to a stop, throwing his head back as he called for an opponent.