The time spent burrowed in the mortals body had not lessened Phobos' knowledge of driving his father's chariot. It came back, all that he learned, and he forced Phlogios and Aithôn onward with ease. Watching his father at work brought another roaring laugh spilling forth from his fanged mouth. It was the perfect reunion for father and son. To be together in the area they declared their most natural state. Blood and death hanging thickly over the land with the confusion and fear of battle so heavy it could crush a lesser god.
It reminded him of the brief experiences his mortal counterpart already had with his father's mortal suit. They were drawn to each other, enjoying one another's company, but they still hadn't experienced the full pleasure of fights and chaos that would allow Ares and Phobos to come through more. If that were to occur, then surely their mortal counterparts would understand their full potential. But already his father's mortal half seemed knowledgable of this, it was Phobos' own mortal who was struggling to believe.
Snapping the reigns Phobos pushed on, pushing out his powers as they rode forward to take away the courage of many man, replacing it with panic, and forcing other's to grow more daring and excited. He ate the fear of those soldiers and grinned at the taste. "Where to, Father?" Phobos cried out, he had drawn close to the edge of the battle and was already turning his father's chariot back towards the battle.