The tension in the air could not be cut with a knife, for the knife would have been unable to be drawn through how heavy it was. This was the kind of tension that clung to the beings, and yet it seemed the only ones that could potentially move were the dragonfolk, the god, and the not human.
Ares broke the silence with a low sigh and then he said. "Don't stop." With that the six dragonfolk were upon the chief. It seemed they didn't think the others were a threat, they were only lowly wolves and oxen after all.
Ares raised a finger and then the earth ahead of him shifted up, and as the dragonfolk crashed against the earth, he was already above them. He brought a heel down one's skull, who narrowly dodged and stepped aside.
