Marcie gritted her teeth, baring them at Melpomene. "No- no, Tragos could hardly walk after what you did," she spat, clenching her fists. She didn't advance on the muse, but she wanted to, she wanted to get handfuls of the bitch's hair and wrench her head right into that fucking bookcase.
Ares glanced at Melpomene then, curious now to how this would pan out. He had no fear that the girl would do anything, and even if she tried it, he would easily overpower her.