Ares was riding on an oxen that had been brought for him, though sitting right behind him and holding onto his waist was Lana. Ares had wanted Lana to sit ahead of him, but she was much larger, and currently, healthier so he had to swallow what little pride he had left to allow her to take care of him.
The oxen moved with great speed, though not quite as quickly as Ares had hoped. It was a beast of burden, able to move slowly for a long period of time. It was already panting, but continued along the straight path that they had created. Ares looked up towards the watch towers, and the soldiers there and around the area saluted him as they saw him.
Ares gave his best impression of the royal wave he had seen in the other world, but then instead brought his hand to his head in a salute. The royal wave felt like such heresy, he would never do it again. Plus, salutes were cooler.
