Blaise found it rather humourous that Ares put sarasm on the word pureblood. Was that not what the god's annoyance was all about? Blaise was certain he remebered that many of the constellations came from the gods being jealous and taking revenge on the fact that another god had favored a mortal. Did such not ring clearly of the same beliefs behind the pureblood/muggleborn war?
"Then I guess we should both be glad this isn't battle," Blaise decided that stating his thoughts would serve no purpose but to allow Ares to show off another exploding fireball. Blaise also remembered several stories where the gods were bested by a mortal because they did the exact thing Ares was alluding that Blaise was doing.
"I suppose the use of power depends upon the type of fear you are trying to impose," Blaise was not going to give the answer the god obviously wanted. "Both are worthy depending upon how you wish to play with your catch." Blaise prefered magic because it allowed you to play with the mind of the other person more so than physical power. "Like us wizards you possess both and have the option as to which you choose to use. For example, your exploding fireball earlier for my benefit would be the equivalent of my sending an explosion spell over the shoulder of an muggle who wasn't expecting such."
Okay, so maybe trying to wit his way out of whatever he'd gotten himself into wasn't goint to work. But it had to be better than trying to fight.