"Long time no see, you've grown quite impressive," Lancelot appraised the muscular Nightmare, noting several fresh scars. "What happened to you? Got too big and decided to play king?"
The Nightmare whimpered plaintively and drooped its eyelids as if to say 'they started it first.' Lancelot couldn't help but laugh heartily at the creature's expressive antics, gently stroking its forehead. This was a gesture designed to deepen the bond between a knight and his steed, and the Nightmare seemed to enjoy the attention.
After a heartfelt exchange with his mount, Lancelot mounted up, but after just a few steps, he pulled on the reins again.
The Nightmare looked back in confusion, and Lancelot gestured for it to look down at its hooves.
Flames blazed around the hooves of the demonic horse, charring the ground wherever it trod. The Nightmare turned its innocent gaze back to Lancelot, who smacked it with a slap.
