Hermione smirked. Yeah, a descendant of the "Jack of all trades" god could've been up to anything out here. It was better not to ask.

Hermione turned her attention to the tree as they approached it, trying to be ready for anything. When they spotted the god, she almost stopped in her tracks. When he looked at her, she did. She hadn't yet learned to stand up for herself when meeting a god. And this was the god of war! Not someone she wanted to make mad. Paul kept walking which put him in front of her. She shifted so that she was standing more behind him, and started having second thoughts about coming here. 

But Ares just shrugged at her presence and said what he'd come to say. Hermione forced herself to relax. She didn't know what she would've done if he'd demanded obeisance or something, seeing as how she didn't really go in for war. Fortunately, though, he didn't. So she just tried to focus on that and to listen and think about what all this meant for Paul. 

He was meeting his father for the first time. That was rough for any kid, and especially rough for demi-gods, in her opinion. Spetsnaz? What was that? It sounded like some kind of spy or something. And it brought to mind Paul's real name, Pavel. Maybe she could ask him about it later.

Suddenly, Paul's new sword was flying toward the god. She jumped. But it wasn't like Paul had thrown it at the god.

Then all of the sudden they were faced with an ominious prophecy. And knowing what Chiron had said about the sword...

Hermione thrust herself forward. "What is THAT supposed to mean? The last one?" she demanded. She even stomped her slippered foot. Then she verbally retreated slightly, "Uhm... Lord Ares?" she tacked on respectfully.