The horse dragged its feet forward, looking straight into Allen who stood in front of it. The beast looked like it was about to attack any time soon, and Allen didn't want for him to get surprised, so he readied himself for the clash.
Neigh. Neigh. Neigh.
Each breath of the beast, smoke would come out of its nostrils like a chimney filled with firewood. The heat that was radiating from its body was intense that it was as if the horse was an orb of flame itself.
"Are you sure that you can handle this?" Jeremy asked. "I don't think that this beast is someone of our level."
Allen just shrugged, "We won't know until we try."
Without having any more thoughts, Allen leaped into the air and swung his weapon. The lance that he was wielding created a swooshing sound, like a wave of water. This made the beast neigh again, lowering its head to show Allen its mane.