Hades walked slowly up to the mare, examining her. His aura of fear had no effect on her; he had to admit he was impressed. Upon noticing the marks of the beatings, he snorted in disgust.

"Brutes. To beat such a creature..."

His voice was cold and imperious, but his expression was at odds with the tone - interest, even admiration.

"I will make you a deal. I will break your chains and, for once, partake in the sport my bretheren so enjoy. If you can throw me, I will take you from here that you might not receive such treatment, but if I win, you must serve me. Do you accept?"

A hand is raised, and black mist coils around the shackles, ready to burst them apart.