Sometimes, man, you’re a god damn genius.

Zaka was not one to stay down. Even though Ares had tossed her aside with ease across the way, she leapt up onto her feet and went feral. Then she charged Ares in her bestial form, her body now thinner and longer than it was before, though her scales seemed to lock together to form armour.

She was upon him within a moment, but Ares clashed with her using his spear. She continued to claw at him, to try and tear him apart, yet Ares managed to keep her at bay with his spear, barely. She was strong and quick, she was also far more experienced than he was.

He almost cursed himself for not having the mythril blade that he had returned to Peros, for he had been so much more skilled with it for some reason. He summoned a blade into his hand to see if he was able to fend her off better, but even then she was too much for him.

Ares pulled away after a harsh swipe from her, leaping backwards, but again she was upon him.

'God damn it,' he thought. 'You need some time alone!'