Wherever there was a War, where there needed to be fighting, Ares was always present. He wore heavy, gilded armor that clanked and pressed against each other after every step. The darkness of his prestigious helmet made it hard to see the face within. The only visible feature was the flaming fires of rage that battered show where his eyes would be.

The personification of Chaotic War stared at you. "You look like you have something to say," He said, his fiery gaze upon you. "Speak."