"You're too slow," Strax commented, dismounting from Apocalypse with a fluid, nonchalant motion. He stood before them, completely relaxed, as the three women finally caught up, each wearing varied expressions of irritation and exhaustion.
"We didn't know you had a four-legged freak," Cassandra complained, puffing. Her pout made it clear how much she hated losing.
Strax ran a hand through Apocalypse's mane, who snorted disdainfully, as if mocking the women too. He smiled, more amused than ever. "Not a freak. A champion. Maybe you should train your vampire horses a bit more."
"Show-off knight, that's what you are," Daniela muttered, clicking her tongue as she stopped her horse beside Cassandra. Her tone was sharp, but a faint smile betrayed her.
