Damian sat at the edge of the cliff that stood overhead the battlefield, his amber eyes twinkling slightly at the brutality of Ares. The War God had abandoned any spectacular ability, and in its place, he resorted to hand to hand combat.
However, there was nothing skillful about it at all. The God of War fought with only one thought in mind — to destroy Zeus. And how would he do it if not by fighting in the most brutal way possible? Ares roared, his powerful arms alternating between punches and slaps, leaving cavities in the flesh of the God King.
Zeus' body vibrated, his inner organs getting rattled from the aftershocks of the attacks. And although he couldn't seem to defend himself no matter how he tried, the God King would as well commit suicide here and there if he couldn't at least launch his own attacks.
