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Chike's rage had made him sloppy. If he had been in his right mind, Polemos would have have tried that decapitation move. It was obvious from Icon's ability to parry his sword blows with no visible damage that such an attack would either be ineffective or blocked. However, he was too blinded by his irate emotions to realize the futility of his attacks. When Icon landed a powerful haymaker on Chike's jaw, Polemos felt his rage waver. For but a moment, he knew how in over his head he was. This...Icon, he was far above Chike's capabilities. But he couldn't stop himself, because his opponent (justly) did not show respite to his bloodlusted foe. The force from the superhero's eyebeams was only icing on the cake as Polemos rocketed into the ground, sending debris flying in every direction.

As the dust cleared, Chike pushed himself out of the crater, and stumbled out of the dust cloud covered crater.

A small trickle of blood cascaded out of Baatul's mouth, sliding down his cheek and dripping onto the broken concrete beneath his feet.

For a moment, the scarlet rage in Chike's pupils faded. A look of confusion crossed his face as he brought up his hand, wiping the blood on the back. He brought his hand before his face, looking at the small streak of red liquid in confusion. Blood? Polemos hadn't bled since he was a mortal man. No power on earth should have been able to harm him. Yet, this naive hero in tights had managed it. He had wounded a demigod.

[b]”He wasn’t the one throwing minivans at news crews. From my perspective, the only terrorist here is you.”[/b]

[color=aba000]"What?[/color] Chike looked up, distracted. He seemed distant.[color=aba000]"I..I wouldn't-"[/color] Polemos- No, Chike-stopped himself. He turned his head to the right, and then to the left. He looked over towards a beat-up old minivan, sitting on its side next to a group of news folk. What had he done? In his rage, Chike had forgotten himself. Ares had warned of this bloodlust the day he had gained his herald status.[color=aba000]"I didn't mean to. That was an accident. I can't..I couldn't..control it."[/color] Chike looks at his hands, clenching his palms into fists.

"Excuse me, Icon, is it?" A voice calls from behind the human smurf. Stepping out from behind a turned over car, an average looking businessman approached the pair of metahumans. Before their very eyes, the man transformed. A black and red light, like some kind of shadow, draped itself around the stranger. He stepped out a moment later, looking quite different.

His skin was black as charcoal. He wore a full suit of grey plated armor, stylized after the ancient Greeks; yet distinctly alien in its design. He bore no weapons, and wore a dark cap around his shoulders. His eyes glowed a familiar crimson. He was [url=http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11112/111127724/3240675-4143880433-ares-.png]Ares[/url], the God of War.

"Some day, you will bow a knee before me. You will be in chains, and will do all that I command you. But today, you are lucky. I will allow you your freedom. Merely...Leave us." Ares waved his hand nonchalantly, and a portal appeared behind the caped crusader. It was ten feet by ten feet, in the shape of a square. It glowed red, as all of Ares' magic did.

The hero knew not what happened next until it was too late.

Ares disappear from his superhuman vision. He reappear once more, before even Icon could register his movement, and let loose a barrage of powerful punches into Icon's midsection. If one were to compare Polemos and Ares' striking power, it would be akin to comparing a nuclear missile with an infant's smallest finger. After nearly twelve of these devastating punches, in the span of a nanosecond, Ares showed Icon back and kicked him in the chest. The hero was sent flying into the portal with the force of a rocket breaking earth's atmosphere."Begone, ant." Ares declared as Icon disappear from view.

The last thing Icon heard before the crimson ocean engulfed him was Chike's voice.[color=aba000]"I'm sorry."[/color] The portal then closed.

[color=aba000]"Where did you-"[/color]

"China. Beijing, specifically."

[color=aba000]"Bu-"[/color]

"Silence. We have work to do." Ares opened another portal, this one to his shrine in Little Sicily, and the two Greek warriors stepped inside.

The news crew stood silent, the camera trained on the second portal until he disappeared as well. Mary Belfast stepped in front of the camera, visibly shaken."I..I...B-Back to you, Jeff. I need a second."