Antigone braced herself when Ares shoved Asterion, feeling the strength of his push through Asterion's hold. Though what she was feeling most was the sense of inevitability - Asterion wasn't going to let her go, and he was going to get dragged into this mess with her. It wasn't something she could stop, and she was sorry for that, and she did hope that, somehow, he would be alright.
She didn't think that maybe 'watching his only friend get killed by Ares' would put him into the category of 'not alright', but Antigone wasn't very good at thinking about the people she left behind.
And then Bia joined the fray and, well, shit. Antigone took a deep breathe, straining against Asterion's arms. "This is him."