What the fuck? That sentence wouldn't have made any sense even to a native English speaker.
Ares didn't realise it, but it had been a long time since he had the opportunity to throw a punch. Of course there were the bar brawls that got bloody and out of hand really quickly, but he was getting arrested far too often for it to be any real fun, and apparently having things going down on his record, even though all of it was fake, wasn't a 'good image' for the people he worked with at the time - whatever that meant.
He lifted a foot and planted it straight in Ear Ripper's gut, forcing some distance between them. By now the queue to the hotdog line had dispersed a little, and bystanders looked on as they started a scene in the middle of Manhattan.
"It's a thousand years too early for a boy in a suit to be kicking my ass, kid."