Ares, God of war, of rage, of bloodlust. His blade carves through enemies like an axe through an evergreen, thick blood coating his bronze armor. His eyes steam a brilliant red, tracking the enemy soldiers like a bull and a red scarf, and his godly hands clamp around his magnificent blade unflinchingly.

All mortal battles end so quickly after they begin, and Ares leaves the soldiers to lick their wounds and count their dead.