Ares stood tall beside Poseidon, sharp red eyes piercing through you. His brother smiled patiently, moving his hands to rest behind his back. As you moved forward toward the two, the armored God’s pupils visibly dilated.

“Soo..” Poseidon started, a calm grin spreading across his face. “You’re a God of War, as well, no?”

He rose a brow, he knew your answer but he seemed to want to know what aspect of war you represent—and Ares continued to eye you in a striking silence.

“Go on, if I’m leaving you with my brother here, he needs to know more about you.” He urged.