Ares was unstoppable; at least, not by a scrawny teen in way, way, way over his head. He marched ever onwards, burning eyes fixed on his target. The dogs jumped and barked and snapped their teeth, closing in on both sides.
“Give. The child. To me.” It sounded like a thousand men were running through the forest, yelling their battle-song. Ares’ combat boots never faltered. “Tragos is dead. Stuck a knife in his own throat to try and save you. What a fucking waste of effort, nothing to show for it. Cy is dead. Wouldn’t talk so I ripped out his tongue. Should’ve heard him scream. I wrung his miserable neck. Barak is good as dead- useless, a waste, a drain on everyone he knows. Want that to happen to you? You’ve made a big mistake, Kaden. And your time is up!”