"Cowardice from a warrior god," Qebhet mused quietly. "It seems... that is, I've never met Ares, but the war gods I do know are proud. They would want to strike the killing blow themselves, and to see their enemy's face when they do it." Sekhmet, Maahes, her brother-uncle Wepwawet – they would see it as a sign of craven weakness for a warrior to send an underling to kill a powerful foe when their head was turned. Unless Ares feared a second curse? But Hecate was right, an attack like this was an invitation for retribution. Qebhet shook her head, frown deepening. "Yes, it seems strange."