The further he walked the more his temper worsened. The cold land of the Aurora Basin was but a distant memory as the sun beat down on him for miles, increasingly making him more agitated by it's infernal heat. He took refuge among trees when he could, splashed through streams when they appeared and cursed at the sky so many times he was beginning to make up new insults. He marched along the borders of trees and beach before the smell of the marshes hit him. d'Artagnan always had found this place intriguing, the few times he had ventured here he had found himself drawn to the death that moaned beneath his cracked hooves. Aramis seemed to be enjoying the new atmosphere too, bouncing on a youthful stride whilst staring at the ill looking swamp with a pup's curiosity. The shade had been trying to decipher whether the hound had grown, his feet seemed a little larger but then again... He did have a very skinny body.

The pair took their adventure further into the Spectral Marsh, stopping now and then to observe something strange or obscure. It was during one of these examinations that d'Artagnan's eyes fell on the winged form of a black stud. Seemingly making his own way through the marshes with his alabaster appendages that made the shade's gaze darken. He motioned to Aramis who trotted off towards where the pegasus stood, flicking his tail in anticipation. It was something the shade had wanted to try out, he was used to fighting on his own but now he had the help of Aramis. A one two combination he wasn't used to as of yet, so tactics was something he had to figure out.

Slowly, with tongue lolling out to one side, the puppy stepped in front of Murdock and simply sat down on his haunches. Watching the pegasus curiously, like a youthful child would. His bonded stalked in behind the dark coloured hell hound, his red coat a dangerous sign as it crept through the across the muddy ground. Careful to keep to the small pathway. d'Artagnan finally found himself in position and turned the glint of his eye to their target before them.

Power raged from his behind and the Nightshade powered forwards aiming to push the stud before him into the marsh to the side. Aramis darting out of the way in time to miss being trampled. Glass horns glistened, a broken one a sign of his battling past, an amulet bounced against his neck and a tail flicked when impact neared. It was almost a test of nimbleness, if he was successful would this strange be quick enough to keep his balance on the only path that led through the marsh. Or would d'Artagnan rid the world of another pestering, winged bare head. He danced to the side once close, trying to brush shoulder to shoulder, malice filling his face.

It was over in a matter of minutes and the shade was soon back to a trot. Behind the stranger now, puffing out his nostrils through the intensity of his attack. Idiotic may be, but the shade rather liked the first combo he and his pup tried, since Aramis was only a babe, there was only so much he could do.

A calmness settled on him now, as he turned to see what damage he had done.