Bia clocked the feint too late, could only roll with the hit to lessen the force of the blow. It still sent her reeling back, the pain exploding in her side. Ares might be a bitch, but she had to admit he hit like a motherfucker.
But with the pain came a heady kind of elation. Bia didn't get to let loose often these days, and when she did the fights were usually short, one-sided and (for her) unmemorable affairs. She was Force personified, and though her days of levelling mountains were behind her, she could still pack a punch that could shatter human bones. So whenever she entered the fighting ring, by necessity, she held back.
But Ares was War. He could take whatever she threw at her. (And if he didn't, eh, he'd get better eventually. No biggie.)
Oh yeah. Finally some good fucking food. Bia grinned fiercely and hurled herself back at him, coming at him with a rapid leg sweep.