Let's Kill Some Shit.

Deimos of course knew he could have asked any one of their warriors to handle the encroaching predators–and perhaps he should have in the interest of sharpening their skills–but it had been too long since he had gotten to test out his own prowess in a fight. It always felt good to stretch his muscles and prove that he was still just as capable as he ever had been. Chimera's son that was visiting had volunteered to join in on the task so the two men went out to the near by thicket, both of them eager to find this tiger that had been getting a little too close for comfort.

Finding the big cats was certainly no problem. They had barely stepped into the rustling thicket when Quill picked up on the scent and found the pair of tigers where they must have been stalking the Elysium border. They both looked pretty young–which was probably why they thought they could take on a pack. Young and dumb. Quill leaped on one of the felines so he charged toward the other. Lowering his head, he used the horns on his head to jab into the tiger's neck, breaking the skin and feeling blood splatter across the rest of his face. Certainly a messy way to go about it, but a fun way none of the less.

"Deimos Mendacium"