Press was halfway through his sandwich when he heard the taunting. His first thought was that it'd soon fade, but then he heard the unmistakable tone of a child of Ares. He realized that things would soon go downhill, and Press looked up in time to see the Ares kid throw an uppercut. He briefly wondered if he should just let them get it out of their system, but quickly decided that that would be a bad idea. Press got off his seat and reached into his coat, pulling out a tazer. At the same time, Horus flew off Press' shoulder, landed on a nearby table, and gave off a loud and piercing screech. "Break it up, you two, or my tazer will do it for you," Press calmly said as he walked over to them, showing his tazer in his hand in a threatening manner to show he meant business.