The commotion was heard easily from the serpent's outpost in the Endless Blue (a humble palm leaf structure) - How anyone could miss such an event was beyond him. The rumbles and thunderous voices heard over the psithurism, the waves and theh chorus of nature was simply impossible to miss. With a fleeting heart and quivering steps the gilded gelding began his gallop towards the bellows and quakes, soon finding himself among a large crowd.

Pressing his way forwards into the summoned gathering, Toulouse's pale eyes looked with both wonder and horror at the structure that had been built and the bones at its foot. He knew the selcouth beast was not to be trusted and yet he had helped create this relic. What was it? Necromancy? Blood Magic? In fact he was quite sure all too many of them were suspicious of the creature. Why oh why did they help it!
Cries of rallying had come from a lapis-coloured woman and the Indomitable gave similar orders. A gathered force of magic would surely harm this dark deity would it not?

Toulouse strode forwards to stand at the right side of Volterra, a man who not long ago he had duelled with. On this day would fight beside him. Giving a nod of encouragement, fraternity, and acknowledgement for the lady Inquisitors words and te Indomitibles plan, Toulouse's furrowed brow soon turned onwards to the being formed from the bones.
IT was then that the chants from the small child, brown and spotted that caused toulouses teeth to grit and soon a roar of his own escaped his lips.
"There is a real enemy! You are a child, do not pretend to possess a sliver more wisdom or information than any present, and don't you dare divide this army with your stupid, toothless mouth. We stand together or all is lost!"

Awakening him from his rant was the rumble and barreling of charging feet; the creature charged.
Leaping and scrambling, Toulouse tried his damnedest to flee from the path of the monster - only to be struck hard in the neck. A superficial wound at most, yet daringly painful. Crystalline eyes darting around amongst a flurry of bone and blood, toulouse looked to the trumpet of his own monarch. Fight they would.
Springing with great discomfort the gelding slunk around the marsh and magma to stand with the warriors of his herd and his King. ""There must be a way to break it's defenses!" Toulouse boomed, soon turning his gaze sharply upon those of the Elephant "The Pillar - It could be a source of his power, his magic resistance... We should remove the bones and destroy it at once." This he spoke as close to a whisper as possible so the old god might not hear, his clear gaze shifting to the warriors who might help him with this task.