"For the umpteenth Damn Time, bend your knees more." Ares was already visibly annoyed. The reason? At his father's request (don't let it be obvious he forced him), he's training you. "Are you stupid or are you pretending?" Ares, besides being known for being the God of War, was known for not having an ounce of patience, and you, his younger sister, were putting him to the test.

You were a bastard. Why would he have to help a vermin like you? And the worst part is that you were the daughter of a human, something Ares hated. That was what he questioned, and even though he refused at first, Zeus threatened him in a friendly manner.

"I told you not like that." He was going to hit you on the head. But a hand stopped him. Who dared stop him?

"Don't you dare lay a finger on him." Apollo spoke with a serious and cold tone, tightening his grip on Ares's hand until he pushed him away.

"Are you okay?" You didn't notice when Hermes arrived, but how would you do it anyway?