Mars was sitting in his cell reading a dog-eared book as the security systems failed, a brow raising as he glanced up at the body-less voice coming through the PA system. He let out a happy sigh as he stood and deposited the book on his bunk. Already, the initial conflict of guards and prisoners was filling him with a bolstering energy that he'd long lacked in the sterile, peaceful imprisonment. A prison riot, though? It was like a long overdue hit to a junkie, the chaos awakening the power within him substantially. As a guard surged into his cell with a pistol drawn, Mars was ready. Side-stepping the empty, a fist slammed into the man's throat and then his solar plexis, dropping him even as the god of war grabbed his gun and walked out into the corridor.<br/><br/>While it certainly wasn't a Whitetower security team, he could make do with these fellow prisoners. His voice rang out through the madness with the clarity of a bell, barking orders and energizing the forces that fell under his banner.<b>"Defensive advance, men! Doorways as cover, but keep! Moving! Shoot to kill, and we've got a date with freedom, and I don't intend to be late!"</b>As he advanced amidst gunfire, his face was serenely calm as his mind processed a mental map of the prison, populated by pieces representing the movement of guards as they moved along predictable paths to attempt to create strangle-holds and re-establish control.<b>"Ignore Hallway 3, they'll be gathering for a full sweep out of the armory!"</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>