The LE officers, feeling that things in the arena were getting a little too upscale, decide to "bring it down a notch. Or six." Those on the rail first notice their eyes begin to water, as an unearthly stench proceeds the next warrior into the ring...in this case an 18" tall, bat-winged humanoid with limp black hair, oily skin in a fetching yellowish-brown, and glowing orange eyes beneath cute little horns. Seeing the dumb equine, Ingwë the Imp flies to 60N 45E 10Z and chuckles as he turns away from the horse and emits a truly "diabolical stench" in the horse's general direction.