Ares advanced a few steps, physically intimidating, although he stopped short of actually doing anything.
"It's what I do," he said, his voice rumbling with the thunder of far-off gunfire. "I do not fix things. I destroy." He stared her down. He would not be the one walking away first tonight. How he wanted to tear her apart- but he didn't, couldn't, must wait. He'd get his own back eventually.