Malcolm had been about to do just that considering this woman mentioned fucking Ares. Malcolm wasn't afraid of much, but the thought of Ares made his blood run cold. So he loosened his grip on the woman's wrists, and then pain exploded across his face once again, and he fell to the side.
He spotted Alan out of his swirling vision and god did he want to rip that shithead's face right off. Not in front of Ares' handmaiden or whatever in the fuck she was. Malcolm growled and then he scrambled to his feet, intent on running away.