Ares

Ramsey’s car had a low rumbling of the engine, as it idled. he sat back in his chair, and adjusted the seat. Unwrapping the burgers as he finished them off. It was like seeing a ravenous beast setting upon his first meal in ages. He gorged upon his feast, with a barbaric posture. And as if he was competing against some invisible opponent polished off his food if a haste. Gathering all the wrappers and bags, he tossed them out the window as they fell and separated in the wind. He rubbed the shoulder of his dismembered arm, and cracked his neck. Before pressing on the gas and driving down the streets. It took him hours to find the Warehouse district. And the Full Moon was in view without a cloud blocking it’s light. As he drove up through the seemingly abandoned Warehouses, with only a few on security. And he could only assume that they were on the payroll of whomever controlled this district.

His ears adjusted to the sounds nearby, picking up idle chatter, and from there could tell where the guards patrolled. Driving carefully through the side streets, he listened for anything suspicious. And soon his ears picked up yelling, and cheering. The sure tell signs of a fight ring, and his chance for informants. He pulled up towards the large warehouse, where guards stood vigil outside. They kept the rabble out, and the law occupied. In case they were found out. They glared at Ramsey’s car. As he parked. The door creaked open, and his left foot stepped out first. He strode over to them, knowing very few were allowed entry, his best chance was as an contestant. 

“Heya Boys! Heard about this place in passing. I’m here to make some quick cash, nothing more. Looking for a match. Got any room for a newbie?”

The guard looked suspicious, his eyes narrowed and voice low pitched.”Move along now, ain’t got room for no amateurs.”

 “Look now, just looking to make some cash, I’m a fighter. I got moves.” As he moved closer the guards took to an offensive stance, probably well trained too. It didn’t matter, in a flash his powers boosted him past the guards as they were sent flailing about. He pushed open the door only to be greeted with guns drawn. “Whoa now! Just want a match. And some cash. But if you guys insist…” He began to charge forward, when a tall man with short spiked multi colored hair stood in front of him. And uttered a single word. “BOW!” Ramsey was brought to his knees, as if some outside force had control over his body. It was just for a moment in his shock, that delayed his reaction. He lifted himself up, much to the surprise of the man in front of him. Ramsey spoke, with an hint of anger in his tone. “Gotta do better than that pal! I ain’t some lowlife punk where something like that could work on.”

The man looked displeased. As he spoke further.”ON YOUR KNEES PEASANT!!” With more force than the last Ramsey was brought even further to the ground, his knees breaking through the concrete cracking the ground around him. But as the last time he stood unfazed. His pride seemed to be the only thing hurt. The man before his waved away his guards, and stepped further. “Who dares enter my domain!? And without permission! Speak Profligate!”

“Profli what? Hey man speak fucking english, these big words are hard to understand.”

The man sneared. “Degenerate, who are you?”

Ramsey let out a light laugh.”Name’s Ares, and I’m here some quick cash, like I keep telling you. Now that your little powers aren’t working on me, we can just get down to business.”

“How dare you address me like that, I am Barron! King and Lord of this place!”

Ramsey rubbed his forehead.”Yeah, yeah. look your high ass. I’m gonna bury that spiky head of yours into the wall. Or you can just listen to me for a second.” Barron moved closer, as he signaled his guards. Ramsey shock his head, and went on the assault.