<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ares: Drowning…</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Fight to the end</span></div><br/>Ares watched as the two blondes had everything taken care of on their end. Caroline had disappeared from his rippling view and he assumed that she had understood his gestures but that didn’t ease his situation. The god felt water trickling down his throat as the villain sought a forced entry. Ares thought it best to first disturb the invasion as he released a gush of air from his lungs that left in a swarm of air bubbles from his nostrils. He grasped his helm and quickly removed it as it sank to the asphalt. He covered his nose and mouth with his hands and pressed his thumbs to his ears. What could he do? He had never been in such a helpless situation.<br/><br/>The metal woman had followed through with his request and his eyes widened in surprise when she lobbed the criminal at him. He was expecting to feel a blow similar to a hammer, but just as the god had theorized, the Absorbing Man had absorbed the liquid that made up Hydroman. Two down, and he thought that only one was left until the low hums of what sounded, even within the water to be a helicopter caught his ears. The villains just kept on coming!<br/><br/>The rippling image of a man floating in the air had the god’s eyes directed skyward. There was then a flash of what looked like lightning and from what he could make out, it had struck Colossus like a lightning rod. Ares’s eyes narrowed as he felt his lungs beginning to burn. He wasn’t going to make it. The inevitable defeat was a wound to his pride. Defeated by mortals; it was absurd!<br/><br/>Frowning deeply, the god of war wasn’t about to go down without one final pounce. Releasing his face, his right hand swept down to grasp his helm off the ground. A cloud of air bubbles billowed about his head as his war cry filled his watery prison. Ares turned like a discus thrower and launched the only makeshift weapon he had—his bronze helm—at the Wizard. It probably wasn’t going to do much, but it was the best spit in the face he had for such a creep.<br/><br/>Ares’s teeth came together as he felt the strain on his lungs as they filled with water and air was forced from his throat on choking breaths. He clenched his fists as he endured the burning sensation. His arms trembled as he resisted the urge to thrash and struggle. He took it like a man—angry to the end—until dark spots speckled his sights. Soon, the god was struggling no more. The weight of his armor had him collapse to the road like a hunk of iron. The god of war had drowned.