"Gladly, Father," Phobos said with a laugh. He turned to the battlefield and the soldiers who scattered the lines. They were lazy, boring, who went to a battlefield and sat around? He wanted to stir them up, make them active and moving. Spark fear, give courage, make them move so that his father would be proud and bring on the full force of war which was obviously needed.
His powers reached out and snapped at the warriors like a whip. Half grew frightened, panicked that the battle would return, while others had their weariness and worry disappear and the need to lift their weapons become overwhelming.
Joy spread through Phobos as he watched a man wearily lift his weapon but falter and fail as his neighbor brought down his own weapon onto the weary man. Yes, yes, yes. Phobos was thrilled to have his powers back. The mortal counterpart was slowly developing his gift but was completely oblivious to it. Without knowing he had such gifts Phobos wasn't able to feel any form of release. But now, in this realm, he could let himself and the built up aggression go. In turn, panic erupted amongst the men to Phobos' glee. "What say you, Father? Do you want more or would you like to spread your powers? It's been so long since I have witnessed them," Phobos cried out as he turned to his father.