Ares kept coming and Hekate amped up her power throwing balls of fire and water one after the other at him. They hit him, making him stagger slightly but he still kept coming, he was nearly within arms reach his eyes full of triumph as he reached for her. Her eyes flashed and she sent a gust of wind slamming into him pushing him away from her. His eyes met hers and suddenly she was no longer just trying to stop him, she was filled with so much hatred toward him it seemed to seep from her pores. She released her hold on her air magick and grasped her fire magick not realizing Ares had instilled the hate into her making her forget to keep him as far from her as possible. Her only thought now was how much she wanted to see him burn.