408 To Skin a Dog, To Embarrass A God

In a twist Ares never expected, Abaddon bit down on his spearhead with only the most minimal amount of force and shattered it cleanly. 

Like a gluttonous little child, he chewed up the pieces and then swallowed them before kicking away from the greek war god. 

"How...?"

Landing gracefully, Abaddon made a disgusted expression as if he didn't like what he just ate. 

"As far as weapons go... I've had better. This only makes me even more upset that you ruined my meal with Papa Legba." 

Bosou finally crawled back to his feet, and Ares noticed another problem. 

His breathing, his moving, it was all slower than normal. 

Right now he wagered that the loa was operating at only nine tenths of what he should have been. 

"Why have you slowed down so much?! A few miserable knees to the face broken your spirit?!" Ares asked pointedly. 

"I... I... don't... know... what's... happening...!"