Ares could see his soldiers lined up, geared up and ready for battle. He marched his way through the fort, but then stopped.
Around him he could see the refugees clinging to their items, ready to bolt at a moment's notice. Ares raised a hand and smiled. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. You are in the safest of hands." Ares said as he dropped down to ruffle a child's hair. "Go get some sleep. I will deal with this." Ares said as he walked through the front of the fort, which still had no door, long cloths draped down to block out some of the cool breeze. His face was stone still as he left, though his thoughts were much less so. 'Seriously? No door still? Come on guys…'
