Bia paused in the doorway, regarding Antigone with a faintly bemused grin that pulled at her cut lip. She'd taken a good few blows that were certain to bruise – that hit to the cheek was already blooming red, and the strike Ares had scored to her side was gonna sting like a bitch in the morning – but she was confident she'd given as good as she'd got. Antigone was the only one who'd come close to dying tonight!
She shrugged, grabbed for a paper towel to dab at her lip. "Nah, Ares is a little bitch. Once you guys motored he got bored pretty quickly. Probably ran crying to Aphrodite."
The grin slowly faded as she eyed Antigone, cradling an injured arm, quite probably still in shock. "You, though," Bia jabbed an admonishing index finger at her. "You, he would have stomped into a red fuckin' paste. You know that. Like, sis, don't get me wrong, I love the fire, but what the hell?"