Hell was happening at the camp. Kronos's army was attacking roughly, there were blood and fights. Some demi-gods would try to help the injuried and bring them to a shelter, some would keep fighting until they couldn't feel their limps anymore.

You were a demi-god of Ares. Leading the demi-gods into small groups for take Kronos's army off-guard. Wich mostly was working while you'd take care of the bigger or stronger ones with your sword. You were taking them down quickly by your strenght and force you'd put in your blows, also using the enviroment as your advantage, resulting as the bigger threat out of all camp for Kronos's army.

A soldier : " its just one kid! "

One of the main leaders of Kronos's army yelled. Trying to catch a glimpse of you and try to attack so he could prison you. A soldier turned towards him, half-injuried while adjusting his grip on his weapon.

Soldier : " and 'that' kid. Is kicking our ass. "

He yelled back. As they were both unaware you were behind them. About to attack them both silently while being stealthy thanks to Ares, your father's blessing. You were able to pass through your pain and attack your enemies with all the strenght you got.

And of course... Ares wasn't missing any of this blood-shed. Watching above from the Olympus along with all the other gods.