"It has been a long while since I've seen such a thing," Xan said. "I don't know when it was that I last saw your kind, but I always had good times with your predecessor."
Ares threw a glance back towards Saykkera, who he had convinced to remain near Emerli, but was within his sights just in case something happened. Ares and Xan were off, sitting on a wet rock that Ares was trying to keep from flooding with his powers.
"My kind?"
"Yes, your kind." Xan's eyes raised to look at Ares' face.
Ares was unnerved by the look. Xan still hold the look that begged for death and so Ares looked down towards the rock he was sitting on.
"I can understand why Rivee has given you such a power."
"I still am trying to live up to the trust that he's given me," Ares said.
"I met the one who called himself Zeus, he and I did not have many good words to share with one another."
"Yeah? Zeus did seem like a bit of a prick."
"He was certainly a prickly one," Xan said.
