Ares turned his head with a huff, lips parted with arguement that didn't make it past the first syllable before he was hit with the blast, falling back through the regiments of the back wall of the house.
Thor dabbed his nose with the back of his hand, smeared with blood, and the rubble shifted.
"You're going to regret that for the rest of your very short life," Ares promised, hurling a canister across the lawn. Thor struck it with Mjolnir with a swing that would make Babe Ruth jealous, and it exploded into a massive fireball in the air.