He had no idea what had caused this violence, but he knew it had to be him. Someway, somehow, they were fighting over him, and by all the gods, Ares was here for it. He watched the berserker fury of Melpomene and the wild wrath of Aphrodite with an avid look on his face, waiting to see which of them would come out on top. For a pregnant woman, Melpomene was fighting hard, but Aphrodite had the benefit of height and strength- honestly, right now, he couldn't call it.