Diana barely noticed the gold glare. In truth, she barely noticed any of it. Last she’d seen her brother, prior to his death, he had been clothed in his traditional armor and everything around him had been on fire. Later in that fight, he had been cloaked in lightning, too. So this was simply another facet of Ares, as far as Diana was concerned, because MODOK was not on her list of worries. There was no worry larger in the world than the one before her, and that was just simple truth.
She did take notice of Thor’s blow, as did MODOK, and he squealed as he fled, wounded beyond his ability to continue the fight. That was fine. Diana didn’t pursue him, didn’t even do more than glance in his direction and blink when she realized he was leaving, immediately turning her attention back to Ares, her hand opening and closing as she began to reach for a sword that she did not have.
“Tell me, Diana, are you ready to join me? We could rule the humans, you and I. The lug, too. I don’t mind him.” Ares’ voice was not in any sense romantic, or even particularly cajoling. It was as if he took her agreement for granted, and Diana hated him for that, in addition to everything else. “Do not call him that. Do not even speak of him.” Diana knew it was unwise to tempt him, to show that she cared at all, but what else was there to do?
Ares rolled his eyes and apparently dispensed with the pleasantries, because he waved his hand and Diana took a car to the face. Well, not quite the face, because she managed to turn, but it hit her fully in the side and knocked her back a good ten feet. It did not knock her down, though, because she planted her feet and they dug into the cement. She grabbed the nearest thing to herself, which was an entirely different car, and threw it back with a roar. She hit Ares, too, with about the same amount of effect.
Diana did not curse, but this was really beginning to seem like the moment for one.