<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>: Hangar<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Wolverine<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The air hissed and behind Wolverine, he’d hear the resonating ring of metal, meeting metal. Out of the corner of his eye was the black arm of the ax, following a rushing gust that the runt would feel waft against his person. He’d soon notice that the Cuban that had fit comfortably in the corner of his mouth was cut short.<br/><br/>The golden collar about Ares’s neck was gleaming, meaning the toss had actually meant to be a lethal one. The God of War sneered condescendingly at Logan. “Dwarf, I’d break every bone in your body and rip your head from your shoulders with my teeth!”