[Now aware of the the severity of that mysterious power, Ares seems far less swayed by his attack than before. He allows Caesar to perform what he wishes, if for nothing else than to show him the futility of it. The hamon crackles over the leather strips, over his skin, and again, he feels that same warmth enter his flesh.
Once the bright light dampens, he draws his arm away, as unphased as he was the first time. Well, at least he's not likely to be a vampire?]
Perhaps you should improve your boxing, before dabbling in powers not meant for mortals.
[That sure is a punch aimed right for his face. Looks like Caesar's getting his first lesson right now!]
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Once the bright light dampens, he draws his arm away, as unphased as he was the first time. Well, at least he's not likely to be a vampire?]
Perhaps you should improve your boxing, before dabbling in powers not meant for mortals.
[That sure is a punch aimed right for his face. Looks like Caesar's getting his first lesson right now!]