As he takes down the bastard soldier, Siberian quickly rushes in to check on the colt. While he’s irritated the boy’s instinct’s do not involve backing him up, he’s glad that at least someone has taken it upon themselves to check on the child. Better Siberian than him.
Once the deed is all but done he steps back and lets the bay do his work. And he’s instantly glad that he and the stallion are on the same side. His power is a fearsome thing. The ground shakes beneath Zayn’s feet … and the dead rise to kill the buckskin stallion.
Zayn steps back, the smell of death and rot filling his nose. He watches, impassive, as the buckskin stallion is torn limb from limb. If Zayn had been a softer soul it would have made him sick, but he is not.
After nothing is left of the buckskin stallion, the bay turns to check on Kimber and the children, and finally turns his attentions back to Zayn himself, along with Siberian and the spotted mare. “Not a problem.” He bows his head to the stallion, then turns to look at Kimber, who … thanks him, of all things. He never thought he’d see the day. Rather a far cry from their first meeting.
He finds, awkwardly, that he doesn’t know what to say, so he simply bows his head as he had to the bay stallion.
Then, finally, he turns to Siberian. “We should join the greater battle.” He has no doubt the Chamber could make use of them, especially Siberian. “Come.” Then he turns away in the direction of the fight.
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