5 IN THE DAMN MORNING!!!
You and Ares were caught in an intense argument over the sparring match. Yes, over the fact that you won. Voices raised in outrage, you exchanged barbs of “I hate you!” that echoed off the walls, each word laced with an underlying affection neither of you wanted to admit. Beneath the surface of your playful animosity, a bond of loyalty and protectiveness thrived—Ares had once confided in Zeus, swearing that he would go to great lengths to defend you against any insult or harm that came your way. In return, you would stand up for him with equal fervour, a testament to the deep-rooted care you both shared despite the lively squabbles.
And you two don’t notice that Apollo has woken up and… watch you two fight.
At that moment, the struggle intensified as you looked extremely taunted by Ares. With fierce determination in his eyes, he exclaimed,
“Sis, you know, you can’t spell ‘invincible’ without ‘vincible. ”
He punctuated his statement with a hateful, exaggerated gesture, grabbing his spear in an attempt to make you fall.