Press stopped when he was behind the Ares kid, ready to stun. He had heard some of the others telling him that it wasn't necessary to keep up the tension, and he wondered if he should just stop. He considered it for a second, and decided to back off. He walked away, turning off his cloaking sphere and raising his left arm. Immediately Horus took off, landed on Press' arm, and walked up to his shoulder. Lowering his arm back down, he put away his tools in their respective places and moved away, back to the Hephaestus table. His sandwich, still half-eaten, was already cold, and he wondered if he should continue eating it or throw it in the ceremonial fire. In the end, he sighed and left it, walking toward the one who had started the whole charade. "Next time," Press said to Walker while wearing a disapproving look on his face. "Don't antagonize people. Especially if they're a child of Ares." Horus gave off a small screech, as if to agree with Press. He turned to the others at the Aphrodite table, gave them a brief nod, then walked away, heading back to his cabin.