The small Dane was thirsting for blood, grinning as the fighting began. His eyes momentarily widened as the alpha of Sabertooth took Uhtred, killing him messily. But then he was dashing into the fray. A Voodoo bitch lunged for the catlike vampire, snarling. She had lion features as well. Another Felis - this was going to be interesting.
She swiped at him. Her fearsome mask diverted Ares’ attention momentarily, allowing the girl’s claws to land, two cuts blossoming on his shoulder; he growled and bowled her over, easily done since they were both small. Ares’ teeth sank into her leg, and as she rolled beneath him, he snapped it with all the leverage he could muster; she let out a yelp. Her claws reciprocated, scoring across Ares’ face.
How she managed to slip away he did not know. He found himself face to face with another woman of Sabertooth. She’d been in their front line. A white, antlered woman. He dove at her, rage filling his pores as he bit down on her neck. His thirst for blood had been awakened in his scuffle with the Voodoo. He drained her veins, elation filling him up.
But no sooner had he moved on when he was cornered by a male. Some Sabertooth princeling. “My name is Aeolus, to-be alpha of Sabertooth. You killed our theta. Prepare to die.”
Ares’ lips curled in a tiny smirk. “Oh. The wild dog, the one who wandered into the last war? Shame. It was such fun to kill her.” The taunt energized him that much more. “Little girls shouldn’t go wandering onto the first battlefields they can find. She got what she was asking for. Case in point - that little white one, the one with antlers? Perhaps a sister of yours, I know your father is a Colupus. She was such an easy kill, it was almost boring - not much fight in you Sabertooth weaklings, I take it?” He threw himself at the man, teeth baring to bite into his shoulder or neck.

“Somewhere another pretty vein just . . . dies!”