Ares silently watches all the mortals praying in his temple and with being subtle as the God kept himself unseen. All the wishes he could listen to are about blessings for a combat.
@Dracofireblood "My prize of course. But I need to make sure if your offer would be worth it. I don't like prizes that would be worthless." Swinging the sword casually, he decides to play with the enemy for a bit, gazing at her for weak spots.
@Dracofireblood "I /never/.. Ever held back. Just a fair warning." Ares replies as his own sword appears when he reached up his hand, flying straight to him from Olympus. "Let's dance."
@Dracofireblood With the perfume scent gone, Ares sniffles once again and rubbed his nose with his thumb.
“Badass warrior you say? I'll be the judge of that. Usually, those who seek blessings and pray in my temple are the ones I get to remember. And I haven't even seen you once.”