And he wondered why she insisted on following him into battle, even after a few millennium? She watched only a moment as he blithely walked into a building full of people who's happily slay him, and quickly followed, sword held loosely in her hand. It was harder to work when moving through the place like this, more of her attention on the active attackers, though what passions she could dispel or replace with love of the agape variety.
As they rounded a corner she heard a rustling sound, a quick glance upward offering the view of two winged men coming towards them. "Ares. Up..."
The warning given, she caught sight of metal out of the corner of her eye, and she pirouetted slightly, blade sliding right into the throat of a goon who was aiming at the War God's back.