[For one who craved destruction like Ares, the cursed cherry tree was obvious to him on his visit to the festival. It was like a streetlamp in a thick fog.
Of course, gazing upon it made the dread-terror begin to take effect, and he stops in place. Fleeing certainly crossed his mind, but Ares had one particular way he liked to handle presumptuous, magical things that wished to place spells on a god. The displeased rage was barely betrayed by the expression of his mortal disguise, remaining in an unnatural, deadlocked stare.
The tree bark begins to chip and splinter outwards, the distending cracks filled with a red light. It was as if something was forming within it, until, all at once, the tree explodes outwards into a cloud of woodchips, branches, and flower petals. In place of a jagged stump were two whirlwind-disks made of the magic blades he enjoyed summoning in battle, having formed them within the tree until they burst outwards. The gale-force had spread the debris in a wide and uneven circle.
Despite its utter disintegration, however, the dread remains in him, somehow. He summons both of the blades to his hands. Must he strike what may be left?]
hating on evil trees for dionysus winedad
Of course, gazing upon it made the dread-terror begin to take effect, and he stops in place. Fleeing certainly crossed his mind, but Ares had one particular way he liked to handle presumptuous, magical things that wished to place spells on a god. The displeased rage was barely betrayed by the expression of his mortal disguise, remaining in an unnatural, deadlocked stare.
The tree bark begins to chip and splinter outwards, the distending cracks filled with a red light. It was as if something was forming within it, until, all at once, the tree explodes outwards into a cloud of woodchips, branches, and flower petals. In place of a jagged stump were two whirlwind-disks made of the magic blades he enjoyed summoning in battle, having formed them within the tree until they burst outwards. The gale-force had spread the debris in a wide and uneven circle.
Despite its utter disintegration, however, the dread remains in him, somehow. He summons both of the blades to his hands. Must he strike what may be left?]