Seeing the rider he assaulted crash to the ground with a sickening 'thunk' and a bone chilling 'splat', Laius looked quite pleased with himself. Another Ylissean sent to the depths of hell. His magnanimous presence was surely needed elsewhere on this hellish street. It brought him great sadness to see an area of his beloved capital so distraught, painted with blood and bodies and reeking of fire and iron. But now was not the time to dwell on carnage. Now was the time to cause more! There were not that many enemies left to challenge he or these Shepherds whom found themselves betrayed by the wolves within their flock. With his Thoron tome clutched in hand he managed to spot a lovely blue haired woman being hoisted up onto a horse. Her knees seemed quite weak. Curse his mouthwatering good looks. Making the women quiver at such a time would be disastrous! Perhaps he needed to tone down how incredibly handsome and charming he was. If only there was some way to do so... Snapped from his ego stroking spiral, the prince spotted a black pegasus in the skies hovering above the girl and the rider who came to help her. The captain of this unit, no doubt. As the supreme authority figure present, he could not allow he barking demands to go unpunished! He would challenge and defeat this woman and rout the remaining forces! 

His luxurious robes fluttered in the hot desert winds which graced the capital's streets. Sparkling blue eyes focused in on the knave who thought she would DARE demand a prince of Plegian descent to surrender to the likes of her poorly trained brigade. He looked to the man who rode upon the horse. [b]"Go, friend. Take this beauty to safety. I shall handle this ill born rat."[/b] He proudly proclaimed. With his chest puffed out and his stride filled with confidence few could boast he raised his voice so that it might be heard by one who hid so high in the skies to think herself powerful. [b]"You fly your troops into my city and expect the mercy of surrender? Nay, you Ylissean filth will not get the pleasure of my pity. You were as good as dead the second you set your sights on my home!"[/b] Hubris aside, the prince did acknowledge the resistance that pegasus mounted tended to hold for magics, so as he so audaciously addressed the leader, he swapped his yellow Thoron tome for a bright turquoise one. Rexcalibur in hand, he chanted mightily before unleashing a whirlwind which erupted from the clear air below the rider. 

[b]"FOR PLEGIAAAA!"[/b] The fearless prince cried, refusing to back down even with the possibility of a better trained fighter at the end of his spell. For he was born of proud royal blood, blood strong enough so that no man or woman of Ylissean or other descent would dare strike him down.