Ares cut through the air, his wings stretched out apart as if to enveloped his people within them as he stared down at the tiny dots, like ants making their way about. He flew around the area to try and find where he could form a chain of villages. He followed along the road to see where he could clear out areas for his people to move to. As he flew around, weaving around the mountain's edges, becoming rather annoyed by the winding paths. If only he could fly in a straight line, that way he could easily send units to the front line…
He paused in his thinking and then looked down at the mountain. He looked out into the distance, narrowing his eyes before then spinning as he dove to the ground, aiming for beside the shrine. He then shifted back into his human form, spinning on a foot as he almost fell into fountain. His head throbbed and he grabbed onto his.
No more spinning, Ares decided.
