Ares aka Ian Carmichael (chariot_rider) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2008-05-17 23:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, dante lot, hades, ian carmichael |
Who: Hades and Ares
What: Some friendly but bloody fighting.
When: Night of last Tuesday on Wednesday
Where: Ares' ranch
Warnings: Graphic violence, lots of ichor and a naked Ares.
It was always amazing how much darker the night was when away from the bright lights of the city proper. How much brighter the stars were… How much stronger he felt as the cool evening breeze blew against his body undeterred by some building or passing car and its warm exhaust fumes.
But for the first time in maybe weeks, Hades felt in the moment with no other thoughts. No anxious vigils, no suicidal thoughts, no deluded beliefs, no confusion, no numbness of magic. None. It was just him and the moment as he scaled the upper ledge of the large ranch house that sat dominating it.
Dressed in a pair of loose black martial arts pants, and an equally dark hoodie, hiding his head, he was very obscured. The shadow the hood provided hid his the mask he wore: a mask perfectly fitted to his face but revealing none of his features that was colored in a dark rich brown, near black, with flecks of gold dusted over it and visible when the light caught them. Luckily, no light caught it. The hood assured that and a large, equally black dagger, was strapped to his back.
The only parts of him that were exposed were his hands and feet and they had been dusted with dirt as soon as he had begun this mission. Sure, he could have been invisible, but that would take some of the challenge out of this.
The Unseen One had passed the horses without them stirring. It had been a good sign that he still had his sneaking skills, but now was the hardest part. He crouched, careful to keep his balance on the window sill and pulled the dagger of darkness, the gift from Hephaestus, out and traced around the glass with barely any pressure. Let the blade do the work. Just when he had completed the square around, he brought his lips to the center and inhaled in, just enough to make a weak vacuum… a child’s trick, but it brought the glass to him and not crashing to the floor. Only then did he sheath the dagger and slip through the now open window, placing the glass to the floor beside him.
So close. So close.
He could see the sleeping figures in the bed. Suddenly, Hades thought about where he was and was more than happy that the couple was asleep. That was not the scene he needed to be sneaking in on.
Inching forward… hands and knees… crouched low… rising slowly with each step back to his two legs, he neared the side of the bed and looked down. So close. Close enough he could plunge the dagger into the sleeping gods’ chests… or break their weapons if they had been at a camp… The silent, secret moment at the side of the bed was Hades’ victory.
A personal victory.
Now for what he had come here for. To be caught.
Purposely, he stepped backwards and creaked the floorboards as loudly as he possibly could.
Wake up, Ares. There was a ninja in your bedroom.
If this had been a mortal or if Ares had the power he used to have in the old days this would not have happened like this. But 'the burglar' was Hades and maybe even in the old days his uncle would have been able to sneak up on him, that of course was something that could never be tested again.
The moment Ares heard the creaking floorboards he was fully awake, it wasn't just his own life on the line here. He moved quickly and with full force at the form in his bedroom, he didn't know who this was and basically he did not care, unannounced visitors usually didn't come for a nice cup of tea. Then again announced visitors of Ares hardly ever came for a nice cup of tea either.
His main goal now was to get this intruder out of his room and Aphrodite out of harm's way. He was going to hurt this person and if necessary he would not have any problems with murder. One simple rule, one does not sneak up on the God of War.
Its not to say this intruder wouldn't like a nice cup of tea. He was forbidden by his British citizenship to refuse one, but more important things were to be done right now. Out of respect for Ares, and not concern for the viper in goddess' clothing that still slept in the bed, better fighting ground needed to be found...
Besides, everyone liked a good chase sequence, right? Adrenaline pumping, but no fear in his heart even though he could see Ares lunging for him, Hades opened the bedroom door and dashed out of the room, deeper into the house.
Ares was sure this person could not just be a mortal, no mortal would have been able to sneak in like that but also there was no mere mortal who would have been able to evade his movements so easily. Without bothering to dress he chased the intruder, he movements quiet to not wake Dite but fast and deliberate, he would catch this person and he would not mind hurting him or her in the process.
The house was dark, but being the owner he knew where everything was and knew how to use it to his advantage making the distance between them smaller.
Hades felt alive, which was an improvement from simply looking for numbness. This was a good idea, he could feel it in his bones. The house was indeed dark. Where light from the outside touched, the colors were as vibrant as they would be for a normal person during the day, but where there was no light at all, the colors were a spectrum of differing grays... Most would never see the world this way, but Hades enjoyed it. It was comforting.
But no time for admiring how his eyes worked. He felt Ares' hand on the back of his hoodie and allowed it to be torn, he cared not if the back was destroyed. Grabbing the side railing, he leapt off the second floor into the open room below... a living room? A den? He was unsure but it was open enough. He fell faster than he should have, gravity itself breaking its own rules to bring him to the ground quicker, but he only made the barest of sounds as he landed on the balls of his bare feet. There he looked up and waited, motioning for Ares to come. A challenge. No more running.
This intruder had impressive moves, Ares really had to work hard to catch up and the fact that this man was moving so easily through his dark house only convinced him more that he was dealing here with someone more powerful then a mortal. The fact that he had to push himself only fuelled Ares' need to find out who he was dealing with.
He followed the mysterious intruder in a similar fashion, using a little of his power to make his own landing as quiet as his opponent's. He watched, not speaking wondering why there was no more running, trying to figure out who was behind the mask, then quick as lightning he moved again, trying again to grab the interloper.
There was no more running because it was time for fighting. And there was no more dodging because Hades wished to be grabbed. He used the momentum forward to add just a little more strength behind the forearm he was aiming directly to the side of Ares' head.
The fact that Ares had been moving so fast made it impossible to completely evade the arm of his opponent, he could only partly move out of the way but still felt the forearm hit the side of his head. Pain was not something that threw Ares of his game, it only made him enjoy this experience even more, drawing power off it.
He was a god with a big ego, he knew what he could do and what pain he could inflict on any intruder, this however did not mean that he would underestimate his foe. Another quick movement only this time he didn't try to grab the interloper, he aimed his right fist trying to punch the man hard in his abdomen.
Hades did not try to evade the punch. He understood his own mind and the pain of the blow shunted away any lingering mental agony from his life shattering around him. That no longer existed. Just this moment. Him, Ares, this fight and his thoughts clearer than they had been in days... weeks... possibly months. No pleasantness, no misery... just instinct and martial training...
Focus on the moment. Ares could seriously hurt him without it.
The blow to his abdomen struck hard and it launched more adrenaline into his divine system. With both hands, he grabbed Ares' wrist while his fist was still in contact and twisted it, in a clear Pankration hold, bringing that arm behind and up along Ares' back in what was similar enough to a chickenwing arm bar.
An arm twisted like this was painful even for a god, but that didn't mean that he was going to surrender or that he was out of options to defend himself and hurt the other. Ares did start to wonder more and more who he was fighting, it was one of the best fights he had in years, decades even. A good fight was as good or maybe even better then sex, blood-lust was lust after all.
The fact that he was not dressed didn't stop the war god in any way, he was an Olympian and even though protective clothing was useful it was not necessary in Ares' opinion, it made the fight even more interesting because he had nothing but his own skills to protect him.
He moved a little not letting the pain in his shoulder and arm stop him and kicked backwards aiming hard for his adversary's kneecap.
The kick was too swift and too close to avoid. Hades let out a soft growl as the pain struck his system and vibrated through his nerves. But one good turn... Right before the blow forced him to release the war god, he twisted the captured arm violently and abruptly upward more.
Then he released the hold and took a step backwards, getting the feeling back into his knee, and readying himself for the next assault. It was the war god's move now.
Having his arm twisted up more hurt, he hissed as the pain shot through his muscles. This was it, no more mister nice guy, not that he had been nice before... he luckily had two arms and he could use them both well in a fight. He turned around quickly to face his attacker again.
"Who are you?" He growled as he launched himself forward in a attempt to work the intruder to the ground. As soon as a chance would come up he would remove that mask from his foe's face.
As much as the ground was so intimately tied to Hades' domains, being worked to it and pinned sounded less than sound. Especially by someone taller than him. At least it was only a few inches and not a Titan staring down at him.
Thus, he rooted his feet to the ground as he shook his head 'no' in response to Ares' question. Then, with all his strength, he tried to hold back the charge, catching Ares, and himself, in a classic hands-to-shoulders lock up.
Ares was impressed by the move and the strength of his opponent, he wasn't going to admit to it out loud just yet, that of course depended on who his opponent was. He looked into the intruders eyes for a moment letting the fire of all wars past and present flash in his eyes, partly to intimidate but partly to trick the other into doing the same and giving himself away. As he did this he moved his leg again going for the interlopers knee trying to kick it hard for the second time.
Hades probably would have met Ares' eyes and gave himself away with them, but the kick to his knee gained all his attention. The pain was quick and sudden and in hopes of continuing to fight without focusing on what would probably become an injury, he broke the lock up and let himself lower to the ground, his kicked knee bent and his good leg spinning along with his body in a sweeping motion to bring down the other god. He needed the fight to continue. His only fear that it would stop too soon...
Ares had expected the other's move but had not been able move out of the way because the other was a quick as he was. He tried to make his landing as painless as possible but still it did hurt a little. As soon as he was on the floor he moved to his hand and knees and with a growl he launched himself at his foe as a wolf going after his prey.
The Dark One was very unpractised with people lunging at him from the ground. This is what happens when one's fights were mostly against demons, Titans and drunks at bars. The war god slammed into him and he felt the impact of his shoulders and back against the hard ground, but he had the presence of mind to keep his head up as to not crack it open on the floor. He also knew that if he did not continue to be aggressive he was going to be pounded into the ground with a fury of punches. Which was the exact reason he chose to head butt Ares as hard as he could. Finally something to be thankful to Kronos about, inheriting his hard skull.
Ares was glad that he had a hard skull too, probably thanks to Kronos too, this of course did not mean that the head butt was something he wanted to live through again. Having a hard skull just made him think that the other might have as much pain from the head butt as he had. For a moment it did break his concentration though, he took a deep breath before moving over to the other man quickly trying to pin him to the floor with his own body weight.
Oh, the head butt had hurt Hades. And it broke his thoughts that had begun to stir on the edges of his mind, which was exactly what he wanted with this fight to begin with. Because of this, he had no regrets toward the action except perhaps that the painted mask was beginning to chip and crack. He would consider this later.
The war god was quicker than he thought and though Hades was able to get himself to sitting, he now had Ares pinning his legs and grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to wrestle him to the ground. It made the Dark One growl and he began to thrash with all his might for freedom like a wild beast.
"No, you are not getting away that easily." Ares growled under his breath settling himself firmly on the other's legs using his weight to try to stop him from moving. He tightened his grip on the intruder's shoulder and for now he stopped trying to pin his foe down because he noticed that the mask started to crack, at this moment his annoyance at not knowing who he was fighting was bigger then his need to wrestle the man to the ground. With a satisfied smirk he tried to head butt the other man but this time not only to cause pain but also to shatter the mask.
Masks that were art pieces generally did not have the strength to withstand two head butts from powerful gods locked in combat. The deep brown and golden flecked mask split in two and fell away from Hades' face, cutting a deep gash against his forehead and nose from where the stiff material split apart. His black eyes locked on the younger god now and Ares had unintentionally given Hades a new weapon to use in this fight...
He growled deeply once more and bit into the war god's shoulder hard, pulling his legs with all his might out from beneath the other.
The fact that it was Hades who he was fighting combined with the bite on his shoulder made Ares almost forget to fight back. Just almost and not completely though, he was the God of War and blood-lust and being bitten was something that fuelled his desire to win even more. ["Uncle, how nice to see you."] He said while he moved his head as if to give Hades better access to his shoulder but that was of course not what he had in mind. He quickly moved his head back toward the older god trying to head butt the side of his uncle's head.
There was a single solitary moment as his teeth sunk deeper into the younger god's skin where Hades questioned what Ares was actually doing. He could feel it was easier for him to bite him and it was around that time he truly considered that Ares was naked. In that moment, he hoped the younger god didn't think he was coming on to him...
But then the head butt struck the side of his head and all fears were pleasantly shoved aside.
Hades rolled with the blow and having freed his legs, he literally rolled over his shoulder and ended up in a crouch, a few feet away. “[Good to see you, too, Khalkeos ]” It was almost a surreal battle cry as he lunged at the younger as had befallen him just moments earlier.
Ares saw his uncle's movement and tried to evade it but of course they were to close to each other for him to be able to move completely out of the way. He felt the elder god's weight crash into him. ["You could have called if you wanted to talk."] He grunted as he spoke trying to roll them both over to get the upper hand again.
Hades found himself rolling and brought his knee into the ground to keep from being brought back to his back. He probably shouldn't have used the knee that had been viscously kicked twice, but things moved too quickly in a fight to take all things into consideration. “[Does it look like...]” He slurred back, the only way to truly speak while trying to land another elbow as he ended up on his side, “[I came to talk?]”
["This is my favourite way of talking."] Ares focused all his energy on the knee he had hit twice already, the way Hades moved told him enough, that was a vulnerable spot. Vulnerable spots were there to be used, there was no need to be honourable and not exploit a painful knee like that, he was here to win not to be named most honourable warrior of the year.
Without another word or thought Ares grabbed his uncle's painful knee and pulled.
The action caused a pained groan to escape passed the Dark One's lips. It sent a terrible sensation through his nerves but it was a physical pain. All his mind could process was it, nothing else in his life. There was nothing else in his life in this moment. And that kind of clarity reminded him that he had been a god of fair treatment... It seemed only fair to return the favor to his nephew.
With his perfect dark vision, he could see the wound he had caused on the younger god's shoulder and shifting, moving to reach even though it caused greater pain to his knee, he dug his fingers into the open bite.
The pain shot through Ares' body, pain was good it kept him alert and it kept him from considering to give the 'old man' a break. He hissed dangerously as he fought the pain and pushed against his uncle not caring that the god's fingers were still in the open wound on his shoulder, covering said finger's with war god ichor.
He decided that not only his blood should flow, he wasn't just war after all, he was blood-lust too. Since head butting had been a very useful tool up to now he decided to uses his head as a weapon again, this time aiming at the other god's nose.
His fingers slipped in deeper and some instinct deep down told Hades to turn his head. There was no time to dodge and the close quarters prevented any off chance of dodging anyway, but breaking his nose would hamper his breathing and possibly blur his vision. Any place else was better to be struck in the head when one was immortal... ish. The blow landed soundly to the side of Hades' skull with a dull thud and the momentum, sent him down to the ground – the hand that was clawing at the wound pulled the flesh forward and tore it further open.
Ares' pain would be enough to make a lesser god black out but this was not going to stop War when he was on a mission and his mission was to win. That was all what he wanted now, there was no longer a need to protect his or Dite's lives because this was Hades and not some Egyptian deity. There was no mortal danger now, but there was such a thing as ego and pride and nobody was going to sneak up on Ares and get away with it, not even his uncle.
He changed his position slightly moving his knee up aiming for Hades' crotch, two could fight dirty after all.
Hades had assumed it would be another blow to his skull, and had brought his hands up to guard against it. That had left him vulnerable and this new pain clenched his eyes shut and instinctively he curled just slightly to protect and to recover. But the blow also tugged on his pride.
Oh no, this would not stand now. His eyes snapped open once more and he glared at the younger god with the fury of Tartarus before drawing the dagger of darkness from his back. Sure, he had spun it around in his grip to bring down the dull side, but that only made it the hardest club in existence and not the sharpest blade. If they were going to fight dirty...
He swung the blade high as if to strike War in the head, but as he moved, he summoned his helm of darkness and shimmered out of existence... Unseen, both he and blade, at the last moment, he changed targets and slammed the dull side into War's abdomen. Fitting as it had been the first blow struck on him.
Ares doubled over in pain, being naked he was not protected for any kind of weapon, being naked also meant he had no weapons on him the only weapon he had was his own strength. For the first time that night he cursed the fact that he had gone after the mysterious person in his bedroom without second thoughts.
As soon as he got his breath back he looked around, trying to hear the Unseen King. He could kick around in random but he knew he needed to safe as much of the strength he still had. For a split second he wondered if the next time his uncle struck he would use the blade instead of the handle and if he had enough power to win bleeding from such a wound. He couldn't answer these questions but it made him more determined to win and stop Hades from using the knife a second time.
Should he? Shouldn't he? It sounded like a bad idea in his head, but then again, every idea Hades had considered good had turned out with terrible, sometimes nightmarish results. As he drew to his feet, he stared down at the other god... He could list all the horrible ways his decisions had twisted...
His adrenaline was pumping and now he had a weapon in his hand...
If this was a true enemy he would continue fighting unfairly, but that wasn't why he was here. He came to be locked in a combat where he could dance on the edge of the gods' new found mortality but know that once Ares learned who he was, he would not tumble over. In this moment of clarity, he knew that only in that spot between life and death, would he truly understand anything... would he truly be who he was.
So, he upped the ante, “[Go get your spear.]”
Ares turned to the voice, he still could not see Hades but he now knew where his uncle was at the moment he spoke, and he was right between the war god and his office. His office was the place his spear was.
The spear was not just a weapon it was also the one thing that could help him draw power from wars very far away without needing to focus or concentrate on it. There was always war and bloodshed and Ares could get power from it where ever he was but when he held his spear getting that power was much easier, it was like an lightning rod attracting the energy to him.
Without a word he got up and moved as quickly toward his office hoping that in the process he would hit his uncle.
Hades simply side stepped and allowed his nephew to go the office. He took the time to catch his breath and flickered back into existence. Now he moved the dagger from hand to hand, stalking a few steps one way and then the other like a caged wolf, waiting. Hades was purposely stacking the deck against him. Fighting weapon to weapon on an injured leg? Allowing Ares to have his favored weapon that would empower him while he himself used, though awesome, a weapon he was not yet fully accustomed to? Purposely having it turned backwards as to not dismember the younger?
In this new clarity, he understood. He needed to get to the edge and that meant he had to lose the battle in order to win the war against himself. “[Come on, whelp.]”
Ares grabbed his spear and had just started back when he heard his uncle's voice, did Hades just call him whelp? How long ago was it that anyone had even dared to call him whelp? Probably never, at least not to his face.
He walked out of his office, his movements were getting better with every moment he held his beloved spear, this did not mean the pain or the blood was gone, he didn't have that kind of power anymore. He could draw on the violence tendencies of mankind now though and that gave him more energy, energy he used to swing his spear aiming the handle at the King of the Underworld's head. The dull side first more or less mirroring the older god's earlier actions.
The dull side of the spear struck and skidded and dragged across the tender, bruised flesh of the side of the death lord's head as Hades moved forward. He knew how to fight a spear... Move in. Especially when wielding a dagger. The blade turned in his hand, the point of the kukri like weapon focused down, but his grip was not correct for a downward hacking motion...
It was positioned for a downward stab. The elder was not here to dismember, he kept telling himself that, but that didn't not mean he was not going to drive this blade into the younger god's shoulder. The earlier wound was an obvious target. Ares might as well have painted a bullseye on his naked shoulder. It would have just been disrespectful not to do so really.
Ares wasn't really a nice god, giving Hades a chance by 'just' hitting him over the head was a chance he would not have given many others. When he felt the blade enter shoulder through the wound already there he knew he would not give his uncle another chance like that. He swung his spear around and with the power he could manage with one arm so close to the other god he tried to bury it into the knee he had targeted several times before that evening.
With all the power he could muster was still a great deal when so much further in his element. Hades let out a pained growl as the tip of the spear sunk right into the muscle above the kneecap and plunged through grinding against the top of the bone. The force caught the Dark One off balance and he fell back. He was able to catch himself a little, to bend his other leg and at least end up in a bent crouch, but that only made the pain and the injury worse as it pulled the spear back out, ripping as it left him.
It was a common fact that spears hurt more and did more damage when they were removed.
But as he fell back, the dagger pulled back with him, ripping more of the flesh from Ares' shoulder. Pure instinct shunted him invisible again, but with one injured leg extended and a pool of ichor forming beneath it, for the moment he was not hard to find.
The puddle of ichor guided Ares to the invisible god, the pure power he felt coming from it but also from the blood-lust emanating from them both made him almost howl a war-cry out loud. He caught himself though, this was not war this was a 'friendly game' of beat up the family member. His shoulder hurt badly and it would probably need a bit of time to heal but he did not mind because this fight had been fun.
For a moment he looked at the puddle and aimed his spear to swing it over the puddle to hit the injured leg with it, for now he saw no need stab Hades with the spear to get him to his knees.
All his instinct told him to take the dagger and send it crashing through the spear. All of them, but he held back. Ares wasn't a true enemy. He wouldn't use his favorite tactic ever. Instead, a soft whimper escaped him as the spear dully struck the injured and exposed flesh of his leg. He sheathed the dagger to his back and used both hands to grab the spear and scooted back, a line of ichor drawn along the ground as he did so. He was trying to pull the spear away or at least to keep it from being used against him a third time.
Still not able to see Hades Ares had to make a educated guess of where his opponent was at. It wasn't too hard because the ichor and the pull on his spear was giving it away, in the heat of the moment and the fact that he was War it was hard to keep in mind that he was fighting his uncle but he managed. That is why instead of trying to push his spear down between the other god's hands he pulled back his foot too kick what he thought should be the elder god's head.
The blow struck true. Being the son of Kronos, he had avoided being knocked unconscious multiple times so far, but not this time. Not with a kick so close. His vision went dark and his hands went limp as he fell slightly to his side. Invisibly, for a moment, the Unseen One was knocked out.
Ares could not see what his kick had managed to do but he could feel the grip on his spear falter, if this had been a real foe he had buried his spear in the other's heart but this was Hades, the King of the Underworld, his uncle. He moved away taking his spear out of the other's reach, looking down at what seemed an empty bit of ichor covered floor.
The moment he was unconscious felt like an eternity to him. Hades saw himself laying in a vast field, littered with thousands of springtime flowers. The birds were singing and the sun was high in the sky, showering all alive with its nurturing rays. But it wasn't warm... It was cool. It felt like autumn... But the flowers didn't seem to notice it. Both existed together without bothering the other, without interfering with the other... But yet, the autumn weather and the spring landscape co-existed in peace.
Hades understood. He understood symbolism better than he understood words sometimes.
He knew what he had to do. Mission accomplished.
The landscape bled away back to darkness before he opened his eyes again. Ow. There was the pain of the fight once more. He must be conscious again. “[Khalkeos?]” he called out softly.
["Theos Khthonios."] Ares answered, using an ancient title for his uncle to let him know that what ever happened between them today he still respected the King of the Underworld. ["I am right here."] Wondering what was going to happen next.
The title send a shiver down the Dark One's spine, but he quickly turned his head and found the young god. There he was. There was just two of them... Wait, ah, only one now. Hades' vision cleared and he pulled himself back to sitting, releasing his invisibility one more time with another soft whimper. “[Good fight. I knew you were the one to go to.]”
Well, if someone needed a fight then Ares was the one to come to of course, not that at this moment he had a clue what was going on. ["Any time, uncle."] He didn't ask about the why of it all, this had been a great fight and if the other wanted to talk Ares would but he wasn't really the talking type.
The fact that Ares would not ask was the exact reason Hades went to him. There would be no explanations, no prying... nothing but the combat that he needed. Slowly, he tried to draw to his feet...
Ares watched Hades get up while leaning on his spear, he might have 'won' this fight he was pretty sore and he could use the help of Hebe right about now. ["You can crash in one of the spare rooms."] He offered casually leaving it open to Hades to do what he want.
As he had parked his car a mile away and then ran the distance to get here, a spare room sounded good right now. Ares' choice of calling it a spare room, and not a guest room, sweeten the deal for the Dark One in his mind. Carefully balanced on one leg, he was still tentative, “[Promise to keep her away from me, and I'll accept.]”
Ares knew that Hades and Dite really didn't get along well, ["Don't worry, I will keep her busy."] He probably wake her up to help him get rid of the ichor, soreness and the extra energy he now had, a good fight was a big turn on for the God of War. ["When you are upstairs you just go right and take the last door, it is the one with a bed the furthest from my bedroom."]
Hades looked at the steps and then his legs and then back to the steps, thankful to have this problem to think about now. It kept his mind from the knowledge that he had problem put Ares directly into Aphrodite's arms. He could resist feeling dirty about it for a little longer. “[Um, do you have a basement or something. Up the stairs sounds bad for me on a few levels, nephew.]”
Ares looked at his uncle's leg and then managed a little bit of an apologetic expression on his face as he pointed to the heavy door next to his office, ["It is my TV room, has a huge couch and entertainment system."] God or no god, boys like their toys. ["It is sound proof too."]
Hades nodded. Now that was more to his liking. An entertainment system and a basement? Knowing Ares, that entertainment system was probably expensive. That would only help. “[I will try not to get ichor all over it. Thank you.]” The 'thank you' was for more than just the place to stay until his leg felt like working properly and the sun rose. It was also for clearing his mind... not that Ares knew that part. Perhaps one day it would make more sense...
["Don't worry about it."] Ichor could be cleaned up or he could buy a new couch or what ever other thing got damaged by ichor. He didn't question any of Hades' actions of this night, if there was anything he needed to know he probably would find it out one day, besides, why question a great fight?
["You know where to find me if you need something."] The last part he said with a grin, he was pretty sure that would not happen. He turned toward the stairs again, taking his spear with him this time, if there was something he had learned from this is that he needed to do something about security.
Summery: Hades needs to clear his head and decides to pay Ares a visit uninvited, they fight, they make a terrible mess and Hades finds out what he has to do.