Leash
He clenches his hand, listens as the Nephilim snarls in pain, falls to his knees in front of the Watcher. There's a sort of sadistic pleasure in holding power over one of the dreaded Horsemen, one that the Watcher has no qualms in exploiting.
"Don't forget who holds the leash," he reminds War, giving his fist one last clench. The hulking red monster is silent as he drags himself from the ground, and the Watcher resists the urge to snicker. He hesitates before he returns to War's gauntlet, looks at the Old One and sees the whipped dog he is.
