Haunted Wood New Kid on the Block

Quietly he sat, a titan in the shadows, cloaked within the mist as its wispy tendrils danced along his muscular frame. Little fingers caressing every curve of his brawny figure while brilliant lava hued irises continued to study the battling duo, watching their actions carefully, picking them apart and brutality to decide if they were getting too rough and it became less of a friendly spar and more so a struggle for life. Though every Nightwalker was to their own, he would not lose Tzila to a male who did not promise to fill her place. 

The strange male's silver eyes landed on the Warlord and Vengeance, in turn, gazed right back. A fiery depth that locked onto his gaze, staring past the man himself and into him, through him. The mad king would not be swayed by some cocky ogre who came knocking on his doorstep. He should be groveling in gratitude at the colossus' feet for not joining in immediately. The boy's laughter and stance only gave off some cocky attitude, a mightier than thou air. He had come across individuals like that before, and they always pissed the Warlord and General right off almost immediately with continuous empty boasting. 

Tzila, of course, was holing her own, something he was not surprised to see. She was his first choice after all. The Warlord's non-too-impressed scowl was poised purely on the golden boy himself.