Ares had used the ox, mostly as cover since he didn't want to reveal himself just yet. However, as they disappeared on the horizon and he managed to find some trees, he leapt off the back of the creature. "Head on back!" He exclaimed to it as he then dove towards the ground before shifting into his phoenix form and then clearing up through the top of the tree line.
His flames were white, the tips of them golden. He soared towards the heavens for a moment, before heading straight. Though the wind against his wings was exhilarating, he did not spend any time on thinking about such things. He focused all his energy on rushing towards the oxenfolk, and more importantly, his friends.
