Bia backed up a step, her eyes never leaving Ares, watching for any minute shift in his stance that might signal a second onslaught. Blood welled at a cut in her bottom lip, and she swiped it with the back of her hand.
The fight had set her blood pumping in a way it hadn't in years. This was the essence of her: pure force, bodies in violent motion, fists pounding flesh, slamming into the immovable object and beating that fucker into submission. Hell yeah, she could go for round two if he pushed it.
But Ares was clearly done with it all. And though Bia was Force, she was also Enforcer. She upheld Zeus's justice, and she always got the mission done. This was a mission she'd chosen for herself, but the same still held true. She could start shit with War on her own time.
She gave him a curt nod. "You stay out of her way, I'll keep her out of yours." As she turned, she flashed him a crooked smirk. "Well, this has been a real fuckin' hoot. We should do it again sometime. See ya round, Ares."
She strode out of the alley, heading back for Diogenes to rendezvous with the others.