Benjamin Reynolds was a big man with a big mouth. He didn't give two shits about what he said, who heard it or what the consequences might be. Back when times were rougher and a man's measure was judged by the swing of his punch Big Tobacco got hit a hell of a lot more then he did now. The god never minded. His ego saw to it that he never fell and then there were guns...he was quite good with guns.
Times have changed. Brawling was a thing of the past and it was damn hard to carry a firearm unless you were in Texas. One thing hadn't changed.
And that was Big Tobacco's inability to throw a proper punch to save his life.
The blow took him by surprise, reeling he felt his lips cut the inside of his cheek and tasted blood. He was quick to bounce back and flailed managing to land a hit to Ares ear.
"I'm gonna rip off your ears and shove them up your ass so you can hear me kicking your ass!"