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Polemos struggled against the grip of Lost Haven's knight in shining tights. Try as he might, the Servant of Ares could not break the hero's hold. The two rocketed into the sky at unimaginable speeds, surrounded by fire and flame. As the clouds disappeared beneath Chike's feet, the man within the monster briefly wondered if Icon planned to throw Polemos into the depths of space. A fitting end to the Greek's rampage, no doubt. But that was not the hero's plan. No, Icon was too merciful to condemn even an enemy as powerful as Polemos to an eternity in the dark void of endless space. The emerald inferno surrounding the two immortal men began to diminish as it was deprived of oxygen. No earthly substance could quench these Olympian flames; yet flames they still were, requiring oxygen to burn. The Fire of Hephaestus now gone, Icon dragged Chike Baatul back to the surface and into the city of Lost Haven.

At this point, Chike was nearly unconscious. He had not taken a breath before Icon dragged him out of the atmosphere and because of this now saw black dots encompassing his vision. Polemos still struggled despite his weakness. He pounded his fists against the knight to no avail, his strength lesser than before. At some point (Chike could not tell how much time had passed. Perhaps seconds, perhaps hours) Polemos found himself being thrown into some strange net. A trap of some sort. The Avatar of War struggled against his binds, yet found the effort as meaningless as it had been against Icon. It wasn't until Polemos saw the Spider approaching from the shadows that he realized his bind was not a net, but a web. 

[color=aba000]"You stick me in this web,
Like stopping a river's ebb,
Your efforts are pointless O' knight,
For all this will bring is Ares' spite!"[/color]

Polemos watched as the Spider inched ever closer. She seemed to be gathering some kind of silk from her arachnid abdomen. What a disgusting creature. Polemos would see her head split in two, crushed under the force of his mighty boot. As the Spider approached to attach her filthy webbing to the Greek, Polemos struggled to free himself. He doubled his efforts, desperate to strike the creature and save his own life.

[color=aba000]"Back from me, Spider!
Or I'll drown your soul in Hell's burning fire!
You're just like the knight,
You're nothing beside my might!"[/color]

Webbing snapped as Polemos pulled against his binds with all of his strength. A single arm broke free, lashing out at Arachne. Chike wrapped his bloodied fingers around the girl's face. He began to apply pressure, little by little. What a fragile little thing. How easy it would be to watch her head explode. Polemos sneered as he began to mock the creature before he finished it off. Then, when she was gone, Polemos would turn his wrath on the Knight.

[color=aba000]"Is my grip too snug?
You stupid little bug!
I'll snap your neck!
I'll break your face!
I'll burn you all!
THAT IS YOUR FATE!"[/color]