[Displeasure colors his features as Caesar opts to keep his distance away. Was this not to be a melee? A test of strength between them? It would be a poor contest if he responded in kind by tearing his opponent apart from afar.
Ares feels impatience eat at him as a barrage of those crackling discs are sent his way. He leaps over them, matching speed for speed, cracking the stone beneath his feet with the sudden bump in force. Now he's coming for Caesar with a frightening determination, closing that gap between them in an instant.
The blows come for his chest and his torso. The latent power in his fists were his Curse of Pain. Should they land where intended, those single blows to his body were about to burst with a second round of agony awaiting him, as if he'd been struck multiple times instead of merely once.]
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Ares feels impatience eat at him as a barrage of those crackling discs are sent his way. He leaps over them, matching speed for speed, cracking the stone beneath his feet with the sudden bump in force. Now he's coming for Caesar with a frightening determination, closing that gap between them in an instant.
The blows come for his chest and his torso. The latent power in his fists were his Curse of Pain. Should they land where intended, those single blows to his body were about to burst with a second round of agony awaiting him, as if he'd been struck multiple times instead of merely once.]