<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ares and Colossus</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Dynamic Duo of Destruction</span></div><br/>The water was pulled into Ms. Marvel’s vortex. Streams rose from his mouth and nostrils, the abnormal bonding brought by Hydroman had the water snaking from his lungs. Ares awoke on a cough and soon his throat began heaving up a few ounces. He slowly managed to recover to his knees, his head still hung as the whirling winds pulled at his shoulders and hair. The god held his ground for though he may have been heavy, in his current elevated state, he could have been whisked away like a block of cement. His vision blurred as he stared at the ground and then to what was across from him. Standing by leaking pile of rubble was the shining Caroline. The water Hydroman had been using to assault him was plugged up.<br/><br/>The twister soon went spiraling out of control from what he could feel. The whipping winds dissipated and he quickly glanced over his shoulder to see Ms. Marvel flung from her own winding creation. Her landing was worrisome but the blonde, shield-wielding hero was immediately on the case, doing the god a big favor in checking to see if she was okay. As much as it angered him to have been saved by a mortal, he owed Carol and Caroline a debt.<br/><br/>As for the current situation, Ares couldn’t suppress the grin that parted his lips. Anger was passing like hot water through his veins and it had been so potent that the god couldn’t help but laugh. The sadism; the great desire to kill someone had always tickled him. The villains had struck his last nerve, and after having his divine pride pissed on, if there were going to be anymore guests, they’ll wish they never got the memo.<br/><br/>Ares’s right fist struck the asphalt like a sledge hammer as he released some of his pint up fury. With that same hand, he held it out as his bronze helm winked into its clutches and he returned it to his head. His eyes blazed with his rage as he rose to his feet to gaze down the street at the growing problem.<br/><br/>“Heh, heh, no more games...” Ares said ominously as the golden collar began to gleam about his throat, reacting to his killer intent.<br/><br/><strong>Can you get the chopper down? I’ll take the goons!</strong><br/><br/>The blonde guardian had been punctual with his request. Ares had every desire to charge like an enraged bull into the gaggle and whoever found the misfortune to get in his way would suffer whatever consequences Fate had in store. Scowling deeply, his eyes raised from the gun-wielding men to the chopper and the money bags the wizard was trying to steal.<br/><br/>“To the victor go the spoils!” Ares declared. His grin intensified. “I see no victor before me.’<br/><br/>Just thinking about his previous strategies with Colossus, Ares immediately had a plan. The fire dissipated from his eyes when he glanced to the iron maiden. “Iron Maiden, can you take down that eagle if I give you wings?” he asked.<br/><br/>The god was very old when it came to his jargon, but he meant he planned to throw her. He dropped to one knee and folded his hands into a cup for her foot.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Energy flashed across her skin with little regard.  Metallic flesh brushed away each blast without her notice while she turned her eyes toward the man that was before her.  Slowly her head tilted to the side with a distinct crack of metal against metal, shoulders rolled back so that her chest sprung forward in a display of her strength.  Across her chest lay only a tattered cloth while below the skirt had become little more than a suggestion of modesty.  One shapely leg eased forward to settle into his outstretched hands.  Toes flexed in preparation for the launch and her fingers curled down into her palm to suppress the anger she felt.  <br/><br/>Ahead of her the helicopter floated while the man laughed.  Eyes that had lost their spark of humanity and their shyness of a girl set upon by bullies stared forward at the man.  This was larger than simply pushing around others or making snide remarks.  He had cost the city, cost the people and threatened her newfound friends.  A calm anger built into something dark and more disconcerting. <br/><br/>“Fine, the helicopter is mine.”</span><br/><br/>Ares chuckled malevolently from behind his teeth as he witnessed Caroline’s fighting spirit. What happened to the delicate flower he had been dating? She had become the Amazon that he had desired from the first time they made eye contact. This was what he saw locked away and hidden, and it disappointed him a little to see that this attitude was being used against his enemy. It may not ever manifest again (against him that is).<br/><br/>As Colossus’s metal foot settled into his hands, Ares spread his feet to bear her weight and bent his legs at the knees. Once her full weight had settled into his hold, he alerted, “Ready yourself!”<br/><br/>Ares charged, bellowing one of his infamous roars as he gathered the momentum and strength he would need to launch the metallic beauty into the air. After ten steps, the god braked, bending forward, using the muscles in his back, arms, and legs. Briefly, Colossus was lowered towards the asphalt. The soles of his boots slid across the turf and just before the momentum had reached its peak, Ares forced his arms upwards. He forced all that built-up energy and strength into Colossus, giving her the god-induced propulsion she needed to go flying like a missile toward the helicopter.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Gravity fled beneath her body.  Light flashed over her as she raced forward toward the suspended craft.  Anger flashed in her eyes before her hands reached out to grasp the instrument of their suffering.  Digits crafted of steel crunched down on the flesh of the metal bird.  She felt momentum swing her forward, press at her to relinquish the grip.  Gravity would not be so easily thwarted, but neither would she.  Determination set on her features while her other hand reached over to make its imprint on the helicopter.  Muscles flexed over her shoulders as she held her place there, securing herself before making the progress forward to deal with the true threat.  One hand, then another.  Unlike the anger of Ares, hers could wait for its moment to be quenched.</span>