<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ares: Immersed in Battle</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">It takes two!</span></div><br/>Ares felt the hesitation in his swing and turned a blazing eye over his shoulder to regard a Femme of Steel. He didn’t have a chance to take a full gander at her before she yanked the Absorbing Man, which whirled the god around as the chain snapped free from his grasp. He gazed down at Creel as his body shattered the pavement. Ares scowled at the thug with a face that said:<em>what now!</em>And then the convict’s eyes snapped open. The war god’s fists clenched tightly as he resisted the impulse to pummel the man. There was something the Absorbing Man did that interested the god. His hands had grasped the metal woman’s arm and then his skin had morphed, instantly matching the properties of the metal woman.<br/><br/><em>So that was it…</em>, Ares figured.<br/><br/>Creel lifted Colossus and as he swung her around, Ares braced himself to catch her as she slammed into him like an anvil. The Absorbing Man seemed stronger than he had been before, using the properties of his ball. Ares, once again, flew back, and was growing tired of being lobbed about by the man’s attacks. His back struck the pavement this time, Colossus’s body, having struck him harder than the ball had. When the god slid to a stop, he frowned up at the sky as he overheard the Absorbing Man tooting his horn.<br/><br/>Ares sat up and growled like a feral beast. How he desired to break that felon…he glanced to the metal woman, now getting a chance to examine her a little better. The dress she wore made the god’s brows rise in surprise. This steel woman was none other than the Amazon. He then turned his head to gaze at Carol who was now flying. Well, she didn’t look any different, but he didn’t know she could fly!<br/><br/>There was no recognition in Caroline’s eyes when they had briefly made eye contact. Did they not know that he was John Aaron and that John Aaron was Ares? No matter. Clearing his thoughts, Ares looked sternly at Colossus.<br/><br/>“You make a fine weapon,” he told her. It sounded like a compliment, but he was hinting her steel constitution. “May I?”<br/><br/>Ares held his hand out to her. He hadn’t planned to swing her about like a club, but perhaps assisting her in laying a few powerful kicks and punches at the loudmouth would end this game.