<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ares: Nothing has changed</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Victory!</span></div><br/><br/>The god’s landing made a two-foot deep crater in the street. He stood from his crouched position as dust churned about him in a thick screen. He leapt out of the crater and marched with fists clenched and a scowl still hard on his face. He peered down at the toppled form of the Wizard and overheard his final gasps before unconsciousness.<br/><br/>“I would rip the genius from your skull if I didn’t have this blasted collar!” Ares snarled before he turned and stormed away from the gathering worshippers and other Avengers. They may have all been pleased that the battle was over and all was safe, but Ares was still furious. The time it took to win that fight was the time John could have had while on his date. Who was he kidding? It just wasn’t meant to be.<br/><br/>No doubt there were many newscasters floating about either by air or ground, and Ares wasn’t about to stick around for that kind of attention. He had decided to take a detour back to the tower, turning down an alley, and when he felt he had acquired enough privacy, he would transform back into John Aaron.