Ares sit up straight in his office chair, eyes narrowing slightly, head cocked as if he was listening to something. Lazarus had been talking to him about logistics and he held up a hand to silence him.
"Something is happening," he said, his voice low. He could sense a disturbance somewhere, a charge in the air that made the hair stand up on his arms. Rising abruptly, Ares went to the door and wrenched it open just as a breathless Tragos arrived, pointing towards the entrance.
"Sir, there's-"
"WHERE?"
"Outside the main-"
Ares was already moving, the man following, someone else coming up from the reception desk to start babbling in his wake about his wife and his mistress. Ares ignored him, because he could see that for himself as he strode through the foyer, the two women tearing strips off each other on the sidewalk, blood dripping, spit flying, screams and howls of fury-
He breathed in deeply through his nose and held out a hand to prevent anyone else interfering. A shiver went down his spine, straight to his balls.