<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ares: Immersed in Battle</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Where do you think you’re going?</span></div><br/>Colossus reached the helicopter just as planned, and Ares resumed his own strategy. As the helicopter was having a little trouble staying airborne from the abrupt increase in weight, the god had charged across the street to his bronze helm to scoop it up and return it to his head. He then continued his stride into an alley where he began scaling the fire escape. He had leapt to the steel railing above him and effortlessly pulled himself upwards. He leapt from one railing to the next, grasping the rails and moving across the grating with the grace of a trapeze artist. There was only one person on his mind, and it wasn’t Jimmy.<br/><br/>Jimmy was one of those potential accidents in war where a man who was in the wrong place at the wrong time got screwed by fate. Ares had seen many warriors die around him, and there hadn’t been one moment where he had attempted to save them. He was the god of war and bloodshed; the god of murder; and the mortals were witnessing his role firsthand.<br/><br/>The Wizard, the orchestrator of calamity, was the only being on his mind. Stopping The Wizard meant winning the war not saving Jimmy. Jimmy, if not saved, would die with honor or stupidity for being yards from his mother’s embrace for not even the gods knew why.<br/><br/>The chopper had gone down and as Ares reached the rooftop, The Wizard bade his goodbyes like an overconfident mortal. He and his group of shit-talking girls had been underestimating him throughout the entire battle. They must have truly thought that he wasn’t the god of war. Well, now, someone was about to get a frightful awakening, and God wasn’t going to be there.<br/><br/>The god charged across the rooftop. His powerful arms swung and his feet propelled him across the space. His muscles rippled with the explosive bursts of power that carried him toward the edge of the roof like a Boeing prepared to lift off. His teeth were bared in that wild dog look he was known for, a deep frown of furious determination casting an ominous shadow over the god’s face. His eyes blazed white with malice, flashing brighter once the ball of his foot came down upon the edge of the roof. The cement edge shattered as though a hammer had collided with it.<br/><br/>Ares launched into the air in an arch, heading right above The Wizard. His hands locked together above his head and he cranked them back, his eyes burning above the white skull of his chest plate as his pectorals swelled beneath it. The god’s timing was as punctual as ever as The Wizard activated his rocket boots to unknowingly soar right into the god’s attack. Ares’s golden collar began shining brilliantly as he swung his fists downward like a sledgehammer. The Wizard’s force field was probably the only thing that would save him from the brunt of the unearthly collision, but the god had been gambling that the impact would send him like a meteor down to earth.