Harnessing the Beast

A conqueror does not merely pin down his war mount—he binds it under total imperial command! Kneeling upon the gravel beside my orange plastic dinosaur, my claws found an abandoned orange twist-tie tangled in the weeds. With a sinister sneer, I wrenched the wire flat and looped it tightly around the reptile's snouted jaws, pulling both ends back into my armored gauntlet like a pair of iron reins. Rita drifts upon her unending comet and Lord Zedd wanders dizzy, but my terrifying orange cavalry now answers every whim of my advance!