Oh he wanted to get his hands on that impudent little whore, and once he did, he would be twisting her in half with his bare hands. "I do not run," he growled, unsure who the minotaur had been talking to, but receiving that blow to the chest was like being hit with a battering ram.
The big guy wasn't much of a fighter, Ares could tell already. He was just big and heavy. If Ares could get himself out of range, he could rally and use his superior fighting skills to take him out. Bia was more the problem, because she actually knew what she was doing with her fists, and she hit hard. He rolled with Asterion's charge, and managed to peel himself off before ending up crushed against something hard. Okay, now he was on his own two feet again. He brushed blood out of his eye, although there was a bit of swelling making him squint.