Awh man...(open -by all means)

[dual_dionysos]

"Looks like he is late, but Dionysos does not care. Just the site brings back memories. Not of Ares per say, but of times when his need to prove something to the world and maybe to the others on the mountain, prior to ascending and Hestia giving him her chair on Olympus

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[hybris_dot_com]

Hybris was glad that her mother said the plan was still in effect. It had been a very long time since Bree had indulged in outright violence, strong and sweet and terrible. And there was always the pleasure of addling the brains of foolish little warriors who prided themselves on understanding the finer points of violence. If they wanted understanding, she could give it to them. And she most certainly would.

She noted where Prometheus was, then noticed that the Guard by Ares temple (what was left of them) were being held by Erebos. No thanks.

She headed in the opposite direction, unwittingly doing exactly what Erebos had just told Prometheus to do -- search and destroy.

It was a merry little chase. She took her time.

And if she accidentally spilled flashes of blinding pride and the deepseated desire for violence into the darkness around her, oops... She smiled to herself.

[hybris_dot_com]

Still snickering, despite the nip to her leg, she helped Dionysus up (though she really just wanted to kick his hurt side), and shook her head at him.

"Brilliant, ha! Hurry, or they'll die of old age as opposed to our own hands!"

She got her snickering under control, but the smirk just wasn't going away. She kicked the Arean guard for good measure.

[dual_dionysos]

Oh, they have not talked much of late, but he knows violence has just been restrained temporarily. He gives a look that says if you want to hurt me, you are going to have to wait until after work. He isn't opposed as long as he stays alive, but he isn't sure it would be wise to tell her that. (Anyway, back to the show...)

"Right, ready and willing."

Cracking neck muscles that would probably kill a mortal, Dionysos shakes off the last vestiges of his animal form and lets out a healthy howl before he darts off, pained ribs or not, into the direction of where some of the last guards are located.

‘You coming or what?’ He calls out silently.

[hybris_dot_com]

Oh-ho-ho! Such a challenge.

"Right behind you, Dionysus!" she responded, charging off after him. She quite liked doing this. It was even better with help.

She hadn't spent much time with Dionysus, but maybe things would change. As she launched herself bodily at an Arean guard, she decided that she would simply have to invite Dionysus out for dinner.

[dual_dionysos]

Dionysos launches just the same (looking carefully this time of course), punching and kicking, grappling. It'd be better if this could match up to pankrates. They are not fighting back. Matter of fact, his only regret now is that they are not fighting back...much, short of self-defense. This much he can respect and that is that whatever their last orders were and he has a pretty good idea, they are following it to a tee-gotta respect that, he muses as he snaps the warrior's neck until his head faces the other way.

One left. Guy with a broken leg and Hybris is closer, but...

“Want to share this one?"

[hybris_dot_com]

She bit her lip, looking rather... disappointed. Was that all there was?

"No," she said, eyeing the guard, who looked a mix of frightened and resigned. "Go ahead. But I expect dinner out of it. Maybe steak?"

She thought Dionysus could pick out a good merlot to go with a nice, tender filet minon.

[dual_dionysos]

"Definitely steak...from which animal?" Meat being all the same to him, he is not that fussy.

He nods a thanks and shields his thoughts from her for a split moment as he considers what he is about to do next.

It couldn't hurt and whatever their differences, whatever faction or friction divides above and below, Dionysos knows his uncle to judge the dead most fairly.

'Send this one to the highest honors, or where he would be most happy. He did his job and followed orders. They all did. Treat them well, Hades. ' A prayer thought only for his uncle, Dionysos stills himself as he places thumbs over eyes, pressing in deep until they pop. A snap of the neck later and hopefully, the warrior is on his way home. As he stands, Dionysos wipes his face with the hem of his new shirt and chuckles at the bloody mess

[hybris_dot_com]

She wondered what he was thinking. "I prefer the cow, myself."

When the soldier's eyes popped, goo bursting over Dionysus' thumbs and across the guard's ruined face, Hybris smiled serenly. So that was what he was thinking. Nice.

When Dionysus asked his next question, Hybris gave him a winning smile. With a wave of her hand, the gore from her little exercise disappeared completely. Her garb shifted from the blood-stained slacks and polo shirt she wore, to a cocktail dress, beautiful in its simplicity. Her hair spun itself up into a clean, elegant twist, secured invisibly against her head. With a curtsy, she replied.

"Dinner always includes manners

[dual_dionysos]

Absolutely.