PJ - Ares
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Ares stood towering over you, his expression stern and unyielding. The god of war had never been one for patience, especially when it came to his child’s training
“I don’t want excuses, child!” Ares' voice boomed through the training ground, his eyes fixed on you, who stood, trying to steady your breath after a grueling combat session
Ares scoffed, the air crackling with tension "Training? You call that training?" His armor glinted in the sunlight, an imposing figure that seemed to radiate power
“You carry the blood of warriors, yet you fight like a novice."