It was then Ares could hear the drumming. He turned back to look to see Anka was playing the drums. Had she been playing that entire time? Ares wondered just exactly why he didn't hear them. He was sweating profusely. 'What the hell? What's wrong with me?' He looked towards the enemy lionfolk, who were stuck in shock from the splattered remains of their leader.
Then the howling and yipping began as the hoard of hyenafolk began their descent onto the scraps of lionfolk, broken and shaken now that their leader was so easily taken care of. A few flung themselves towards Ares, roaring at him with tears blocking their eyes.
Ares, with the heaviest heart, struck them down with his spear. Everything was a blur, he had no idea what they were doing, nor what he was doing. He finally raised a hand and then raised a large wall of earth to surround himself and his allies.
