<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: Ares / John Aaron<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Caroline, Jack, Steve, Logan, and Carol.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>When his ax came down, the rubber tile scattered like confetti and the steel beneath had caved in with a resonating howl, leaving behind a wedge-like depression. The imp and his beast managed to evade his swing with the aid of the blond man from before and Caroline. Ares retracted his ax, and on impulse, he swung the blade for the nearest target. His hand turned, the ax-blade turning horizontally as he swung it for the small of Caroline’s back as she pinned Jack against the wall. His mind had the attack already strategized. With enough force, he could perhaps dent her metallic flesh and force her to crush Jack against the wall.<br/><br/><em>Stop!</em><br/><br/>The god’s arm bent to cut the ax’s reach short as it swung out of the pair’s reach. The weight of the weapon carried him into a counter-clockwise turn. His teeth were bared in disgust as he recalled the promise he had made with Carol. He owed Caroline his life too.<br/><br/><em>Curse that vow</em>, Ares angrily thought.<br/><br/><strong>Carol! Get a hold of John!</strong><br/><br/>As Ares came out of his spin to face Carol and the others, he bellowed, “A god’s wrath cannot be contained!”<br/><br/>He noticed Logan marching away. “COWARD! And it cannot be so easily dismissed!”<br/><br/>Ares cranked back his arm, prepared to send his ax spinning down the hall for Logan’s back when he noticed Carol lunge. It had shocked the god. Had she accepted his vow to use it against him? Her arms locked about his neck and when her lips met with his, the eldritch blaze in his eyes fizzled out of existence, revealing the god’s blue, stunned eyes. The ax went spinning sloppily into the ceiling as plaster rained down after its collision.<br/><br/>The war god shrank within her embrace. His armor dematerialized as John’s arms crossed about Carol’s waist. His lips pulled at her own in a returned kiss before their lips broke with a wet and audible<em>smack</em>. John’s bronze eyes gazed into her blues as he frowned at her with slight confusion.<br/><br/>“What kind of an attack was that?” John teased. “Is this how you fight all of your battles?”