This was awful. Marcie put her hands up to her face, wondering if she should run for the locker room- but what if he followed, and blocked the door, and she was alone and defenseless because nobody else ever used that damn room? The violence was so sudden, and she couldn't move her feet anyway.
Two short sharp barks echoed over the gym, followed by a very loud, wordless shout, coming from the throat of the god who could shout with the voice of 10,000 men charging into battle. Ares stood at the top of the stairs, his fury rippling off him.
"YOU'VE got some MOTHERFUCKING NERVE," he bellowed, descending the stairs, Sparta snarling at his heels. "To come into MY TEMPLE and desecrate MY FOLLOWERS! If you had any sense you'd fuck off back to your soft cocksucking pussyboys before you cross a line you'll regret." It was easy enough to fall into the temple metaphor, because in his mind, that was sometimes the truth.