The large dark red falcon looked at the demonic horse standing beside him with weariness.
The falco wasn't scared, but he had heard of creatures with Demonic Heart types, and he knew that they were one of the most troublesome entities around, regardless of which race they came from.
The demonic horse noted the strange way the dark red falcon was looking at him and snorted, scratching his spiked hoof on the ground of the elevated stand.
"You need not be weary, Primordial Falcon, I'm simply here to observe and report," The demonic horse said, feeling rather dissatisfied.
Within his cold chaotic heart, he would prefer to confirm the thoughts of the Primordial Falcon and rain down chaos on this whole arena.
Unfortunately, he couldn't.
Or could he?
After the events of the Battle Planet, President Musty had complained about how the demonic horse had left the entire group to follow his intrusive thoughts.
