<strong>Training Room<br/>Tag: All</strong><br/><br/>The main training room is located on the top floor of the Helicarrier. The cape-killer have their own facility however, kept within their super-secure compound. The reason it is so secure is because of the hardware that they keep inside. Top secret weapons that needed to be kept safe away from the eyes of the world. Inside the room is a wide area the size of two basketball courts. It looks empty, save for a few shooting targets in one corner and a few mats for hand to hand combat training, rather mundane really for a training facility that would be used for the most advanced military weaponries humanity supposedly has to combat superhumans.<br/><br/>"Welcome, cape-killers" a deep voice echoed through the room as the the door opened and the cape-killers found themselves face to face with a literal god. Ares, God of War and a member of Norman Osborn's Avenger stood in the center of the room, his massive arms crossed  in front of his broad torso. The man truly has the stature of a god and even though Victoria Hand never found a man to be eye-catching, it was clear that she was still awestruck by the deity. "Cape-Killers, this is your drill sergeant for today only, Ares of the Avengers" She said from behind the God.<br/><br/>It may not be the first time any of the Killers lay their eyes on a god, not with Thor and (to a lesser extent) Hercules showing up on TV every now and then, but Ares is not a noble deity like Thor and he certainly is not a stupid goof like Hercules. He was almost human, the reflection of every soldier, every killer, every man who stood in the field of battle once, yet at the same time he posseses a regal quality owned only by immortals. Half Thor-Half Wolverine, that was how Tony Stark described him before the downfall of the mighty Avenger, now this beast along with the Sentry are part of Norman Osborns Avenger, 'the dark avengers' some jokingly call them. Not within Norman's range of hearing of course.<br/><br/>"I know each and every one of you better than you think"  Ares said matter-of-factly. "All of you have been in wars of one sort or another. As some of the more learned bookworms amongst you might know, there are two god of wars coming out of Olympus" he said, lifting a heavy footlocker that looks like it weigh a hundred Kilograms as if it was a mere book. "We have divergent interests..The Chain of command, Rules of Engagement, this<strong>Geneva Convention</strong>thing..Medical Evac..The White Flag, The Red Cross..Worrying about refugees and evacuees..Taking prisoners, Losing the battle and winning the war!" he dropped the footlockers with a loud bang, kicking them open. Within, the cape killers can see black armors with distinct silhouettes. Their armor. "Cursed diplomats! The proper standards of grooming! SENSIBLE THINGS like having enough bullets before you go into battle!" he yelled, using his foot to slide the heavy container towards the cape killers, eyes burning with violent excitement.<br/><br/>"Those are the dung my sister cares about. I'm the other god of war. Now wear your armor with pride and i'm going to teach you how to wield your new weapons to kill the heroes the world so adore"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://gillen.cream.org/ares1tease.jpg)</div></div>