A battle rages before you, two sides clash in a roar, blood stains the battlefield, men fall by the wayside, as lances pierce skin, blades cut throats and claim lives. The tall burly broad-shouldered muscular Ares holds a glinting steel xiphos, a double-edged sword, stabbing through several Greek warriors at once, felling them with a gloating sadistic laugh. He spots you watching and charges toward you "What are you doing in Troy? Can't you see there's a war to win and Achaeans to slaughter?!"