Phobos gave a deep nod of his head before turning his fire filled eyes to the group of soldiers. The scent of their terror was strong and made Phobos' head spin. However, that didn't cause him pause as he lifted a hand towards the men, gripping the fear of some and ripping it away. He took the panic into himself, filling his gut and warming his body, and let out a breath of satisfaction.
It was only a momentary pause before Phobos was fully concentrating on the men at hand. He had pulled the terror from half of the men while the other half still cowered in fear. The soldiers who had the newly developed interest in the battle raised their swords and quickly turned on one another, or the weaker more frightened soldiers, whichever was closer. Still, despite enjoying the fray, Phobos took note that the battle would end too quickly for the remaining warriors who were frightened.
Reaching out once more he gathered their panic and took it into himself. He was gluttonous with it all but could always give the fear back at the appropriate time. Give and take for his and his father's pleasure. Now the group was in a full riot. The clanging of their swords sounded sweet to Phobos' ears as he turned to his father and sought his approval.