The lion withdrew the feet from his jaws and he snarled with annoyance. "I believe that I am some sizes bigger than you, little fox." The voice that the fox was using seemed to be unnatural but it didn't bother him any. Voltaire was a demon, and this wasn't even his true form.(i couldn't resist) "I'm sure that you don't want to make the situation worse for yourself, I didn't come here with intention to collect a prize but I have no issue with devouring your soul along with you..."