I barely sidestepped the attack, my heart pounding against my chest, the cold touch of death nipping at my heels. Ares let out a guttural roar, his spear narrowly missing my side. As I pivoted on my heel, I swung my scythe towards him, but he evaded it with an agility that belied his size.
"I thought Hades would be a better fighter," he sneered, amusement dancing in his darkened eyes.
"A bit early to judge, don't you think?" I retorted, allowing a glimmer of my own amusement to creep into my tone. With a swift, calculated move, I launched myself toward Ares, my scythe slashing fiercely through the air. Our weapons clashed with a resounding echo, sparks flying as the scythe momentarily ground against the tough surface of the spear.
