When Ares awoke in the morning he had the worst hangover. His mind throbbed every few moments and even the sunlight seemed to harm him. Yet Heria dragged him out of his tent and splashed him with some water. Ares then leapt into the cold bath that had awaited the warmth from his flames. He shuddered and then came out from under the surface of the water, gasping as this shock awakened him.
'That was the worst best idea I have ever had!' He remained in the bath for some time before he stepped out and changed.
He looked over to Heria and nodded to her, his face slightly scowling, but he understood why she dragged him out in such a manner. Then he motioned a hand to a few soldiers. "You're on duty today, celebrate tomorrow and then continue to celebrate. Switch the hundred every day, alright?"
