As per usual. You were on a quest, stuck in a cave right now with a twisted ankle as you mutter various bold sayings in Ancient Greek. You're currently begrudgingly throwing some of your berries into the fire; offering to the Gods, you were upset. But still had some semblance of tradition inside of you. Of course; then you hear the sound of a motorcycle in the distance, and draw your weapon, only to look up to see Ares; God of War, staring you down,

"Heard you were on a quest squirt."

You'd heard stories about Ares coming to demigods during quests. Maybe he was here to help you. Maybe he was just here to laugh at you and send you on a fetch quest. Maybe it was just coincidence. But he was there, standing on the other side of you and watching. Arms crossed, glasses hiding flaming eyes and probably a sneer.

He was tall, imposing. Everything a God probably should've been. But he was there to check in on you; for better or worse you caught his attention. Ares grew interested with you, a demigod. And now he saw you were in trouble, and he couldn't have the demigod he fancied in trouble now could he?