You play a dangerous game, coming to my playground, while a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills.
You are not the most or least dangerous enemy I’ve faced. You are simply the latest.
Think again. Do you not see the luscious violence that consumes these streets? Arbiters of order yield to chaos, while young and passionate voices of justice surrender to the most unjust of impulses!
This is war, the very essence of which I both incite and feed!
What hope do you have of defeating me?
Bragidocious bluster was always your undoing, Ares. Did you believe you could evoke a lust for violence indefinitely? Even the torrents of typhoons cease in time.
Where are your beloved twin attendants, Deimos and Phobos?
Do you not yet recognize their blood on my hands?
The battle ends before it even begins.