<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>:  Ares / John Aaron<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hangar<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Deadpool, Jack, Wolverine, and Scarlet Witch<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ares grinned maliciously when he watched the knives emerge from Wolverine’s fists. His hand went to his new dagger, drawing it from its sheath and flipping it in his grasp so the blade was directed to the floor. The red mercenary then wandered over, spouting something about selling tickets, Marvel, and Lucasfilms…he decided to ignore the gibberish in which he spoke, and soon after, another peacekeeper who introduced himself as Jack spoke up. It had been that cur from before. Didn’t he battle the shrimp, so why was he trying to interfere in their duel?<br/><br/>“Your name is Hypocrite. I understand that the Dwarf may have shattered your pride. I will avenge thee!” Ares said to Jack.<br/><br/>His grip tightened on the knife and the impulse to charge at Logan dissipated when the witch came between them. When Wanda got involved, Ares was not pleased to see Wolverine retract his claws. He recalled the woman in the elevator with John, and his eyes went to her pink stockings as though they had jogged his memory.<br/><br/>Frowning, Ares returned his helm to his head and sheathed his knife. He didn’t know the people that stood about him, and he’d listen to their names and powers, strategizing if they stood a chance at stopping him if he decided to kick the runt’s ass. He crossed his arms, fuming in silence. He had the strongest desire to stomp the imp into the solid floor.