Ares and Bia fought quickly and hard, and they were both going to come off with bruises the next day. He knew what she was doing, though. Once Antigone was gone, he backed off. Fuck this shit.
He spat onto the ground and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, eyeing Bia up.
"Tell your little airhead SJW not to pick fights she can't win," he said, keeping loose in case Bia just wanted a fight for the sake of it.