<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway, outside of John’s bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gamoran<br/><hr/><br/><br/>As Carol placed her soft hand upon his chest, the teen’s eyes didn’t flee from Gamoran’s. They remained persisted with their piercing stare. The green man would have had to not come from earth to dare challenge a god, if it hadn’t been for the necklace about his neck, he would have killed him where he stood, but he had experienced how Hephaestus’s magic could withhold his bloodlust in his earlier bout. Weakness; it wasn’t of his own doing. John knew that Ares was far from weak, but here on the Mortal Plane with this magic, he had felt it for the first time, and it disturbed him.<br/><br/><strong>Ares, you may not be here of your own accord but there must be a good reason why you are here, I'd suggest you take it to heart so you can complete what you need to. Threatening our realm and our people will not gain you what you need, it can only serve to hinder you.</strong><br/><br/>What Carol had said was the wisest advice he’s heard all day. He hadn’t come to this realm to play around on some SHIELD team or whatever, he had come to find a way to remove the collar that was about his neck so he could return to Olympus to wage war against his father.<br/><br/>Steve was ignored. He had seen how he commanded Carol around, and he was beginning to think that she was his servant or concubine with how she obeyed him. John and Ares took orders from no one. He didn’t take orders from his own father or mother.<br/><br/><strong>You truly are a fool then, Ares. You are not only stupid enough to not fear me, you are arrogant enough to think that this world is defenseless against you and your ilk. I know better. Unlike yourself, I have been doing research on this orb…I don't fear your 'wrath', for I could kill you in your sleep if I so wished.  As it stands, it would appear that you have forced my hand…</strong><br/><br/>John swung the ax behind him with such strength that his feet slid back a few feet across the floor, and the action had brought a burning to his soles. He stopped just within the doorway of his bedroom, no longer John but Ares giving the alien an unkind sneer.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>:  Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway, outside of John’s bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gamoran and Dr. Strange<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Kill me in my sleep? Is that how you kill gods? You and that sword are best slaughtering sheep!”<br/><br/><strong>His type never listens, Johnny.  Gotta take him down and quickly</strong><br/><br/>Ares charged swinging the ax forward in an upward motion as his right hand rose to his hip in preparatory defense.<br/><br/><strong>Enough!</strong><br/><br/>The voice boomed like a storm, and as red bands wrapped about him, Ares found himself unable to move or even budge. His left arm was stretched out in preparation of raising the ax upward. The god bore his teeth as he tried to struggle free of the magic that bound him, but not even his muscles could twitch to his command.<br/><br/><strong>Do not attempt to move, for I assure you it would be in vain.  The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak are the ultimate form of restraint in the entire multiverse.  Not even the Hulk could break free from them.</strong><br/><br/>“I am not the Hulk!” Ares hissed through his teeth before he resumed his struggling attempts.<em>This damned magic!</em><br/><br/><strong>No threatening this world... especially when those threats are empty.  I had an interesting discussion with your father and Hephestus, Ares.  You're doing a poor job of learning humility thus far, I must say.</strong><br/><br/>Ares had ceased his struggling though it was hard to tell since he couldn’t move an inch any way. At the mention of his father and Hephaestus, his frown darkened. If this man was able to speak with the gods directly, then he had to have some sort of power or respect. Then again, he could have been lying. What proof did he have?<br/><br/>“Humility is not in my job description. What proof do you have to prove that you have spoken with my father? If you speak lies, then I will gut you like a pig!” Ares growled.