Ares flexed his hands, a rush of adrenaline flowing through him. Not that he was worried about this girl throwing herself about- she was just a boat dashing herself on his immovable rocks. Asterion though, now there he might have a bit of fun.
"I'll call her a psycho bitch if she IS a psycho bitch," Ares snarled. "I am not responsible for war. I AM WAR." His voice reverberated, like thunder in the distance. If she didn't check herself, a storm was coming.