<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ares: Run!</span></span></div><br/>“What be this?” Ares queried, his lips rolling back to bear his teeth like a wild animal upon seeing the strange eyes. Five hadn’t been many, but then came a deafening sound that got his adrenaline surging.<em>Run…</em>His instincts told him, and the warrior god did exactly that. He sprinted across the limb and just before reaching the end, he jumped and landed with a crouch. The branch then gave against his weight, bending downward with a soft groan before it launched him like a slingshot into the air and above the canopy. There had been too many trees for him to scout out the danger, but once airborne, he might have had a better chance.<br/><br/>Ares surfaced with axe still in hand. The sun gleamed off his helm and his copper-coin eyes immediately went to work, searching out his pursuer. For a moment, they had strayed to glance in the direction of the cliff side that he would have to scale as soon as he reached it.