If she had been human, Diana’s chest would have caved in from the force of the blow, but thankfully, she was not. Or perhaps not as thankfully as she might’ve liked, because as she flew backward and needed a moment to collect herself, Thor did his duty and stepped forward to take her place. Her partner, and she had been foolish enough to risk his safety bringing him here.
That got her back on her feet, and she rejoined the fight, but not for long. Ares was toying with her, and with Thor, older than either of them and more in control of the power he wielded. The sky had darkened as their fight continued, not because dusk had come but because of the damage and Ares’ power, called to him to block out the sun, and all Diana could feel was the chill of a night in 1910.
Her panic was getting the best of her, and she knew it, but these events felt like a train crash happening in slow motion, one that she was helpless to prevent. She was even more helpless as Ares wrapped her in metal and pinned her to the ground. As then, now, and Diana could not get free. Her panic had become terror, swallowing her almost whole, but it still was not enough to free her from her brother’s bonds, and so instead she was forced to watch, and feel her fear grow.