"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The Thunder Warhammer and the Flame Battle Axe clashed together, ringing out with a deafening noise. By this point, the other soldiers on the battlefield had already retreated in fear, either fleeing from the battlefield while covering their ears, or dying on the ground in a pool of hemorrhaged blood. This was the fallout of a fight between gods - even the slightest splash damage was more than humans could bear.
"Charge!!!"
"Thud!"
Duanmu Huai swung his hammer once more. This time, Ares couldn't withstand Duanmu Huai's attack; he swiftly slid backwards.
"What, is that all you've got?"
Duanmu Huai gripped his war hammer tightly, sneering at Ares. In reality, Duanmu Huai found Ares' appearance quite comical. With long hair down to his waist and a full beard, perhaps befitting his status as a war god, Ares' fur shimmered like flames.
To put it another way... if Duanmu Huai were to describe him, he would be... the Golden-haired Lion King.