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[nevermercy]

CHARACTERS: Agravaine (nevermercy) & Ares (wars_passion)
DATE/TIME: May 3, evening
LOCATION: Brooklyn
RATING: R
WARNINGS: Swearing, lots of violence, blood, etc.
SUMMARY: When you hit a lady, you're not allowed to get away with it.

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[wars_passion]

As he watched the man crumple to the ground and vomit, Ares couldn't help but start laughing. One last hard kick to Agravaine's stomach to make sure he stayed down, Ares grabbed Agravaine's hair and pulled his head back so he could see him fully. Suddenly he knew this man wasn't any normal person but something from the past like he was. But not like him at the same time.

"Never fuck with a God of War." The words were out of his mouth before he realized exactly what he was saying. "Or those in my employments." He laughed again, the gesture painful to his face but worth it as the storm responded back. His brows furrowed as he started through the man's pockets until he found his cellphone.

"I'll call you help. Wouldn't want you to go dying on me." He phoned an ambulance, but hung up before they could ask him name. If Agravaine talked he'd have Ares to deal with again and maybe next time he wouldn't take pity on him. Wiping off the cell phone he let it drop to the ground near Vaine's hand and he left him to lay there.

Ares had a pronounced limp from his falls, icy hot pain shot up and down his spine and he was sure the side of his face would be completely black and blue by the time he limped his way back to his club. But he had won the battle, and something inside him said that he had been gifted by his father's weather with the truth of who he really was- though the images were slowly coming and going from his mind.

[nevermercy]

A few pained breaths were all that Agravaine's crushed ribs allowed him, giving him a few seconds to wheeze before the dizziness and pain overtook him. His phone, and whatever Arron had said to him, went mostly ignored, but not on purpose. The last comical thing on his mind before his wet lashes fell shut over his eyes and he lost consciousness was 'hey, God of War is a video game'.

The Greek was long gone by the time the wailing sirens were audible in the distance, the ambulance pulling up to a still blacked out Agravaine, now appropriately drenched with rain.

Mordred would be receiving an interesting call later that night.