The next day was tense. Many of his soldiers were on edge, both to make sure the humans didn't start anything, but also to not get on the bad side of their King.
Ares was still in a mood from the day before. He hadn't expected his soldiers to react so unclear, so illogical, and yet he couldn't blame them. In fact, he probably should have anticipated such a thing. Something like this was easy to figure out, people reacted weirdly to a number of things, and the stress of having five hundred humans, who looked the same as those that had killed their family and friends, well… perhaps he was being a little too harsh on his soldiers.
Ares sighed and Lana placed a hand onto his shoulder, squeezing it.
"I have warned you about thinking so much." She said.
Ares sighed and nodded and then looked up at her. "You need a new catch phrase…"
