[center][h3][color=Red]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Relo-pad
[b][u]Interacting With; A wall[/u][/b][/center][hr][hr]

[color=ed1c24][i]Huh![/i][/color]

He folded his arms after perfectly swishing his red plastic cup into a nearby trash can, a neutrally, mutedly surprised look upon his face. That one had actually ended much less explosively than he'd thought! Tara'd only decked him once, and Dallas had even managed to talk her into laying off. Progress! Of course, for some reason his sister had sent a look bearing daggers his way (moreso than usual), which in his experience, meant that Dal had expertly deflected some heat his way...

[color=ed1c24][i]H u h .[/i][/color]

Well, if anyone here could deal with Tara, it really was him at the top of the list. The demigods hailing from the so-called "A-Listers": Zeus, Poseidon, perhaps Hades, they were powerful in their own right, true, but few would be ready for the sheer skill and ferocity that the sons and daughters of Ares brought to the table. He wasn't mindlessly shilling his family, either. 

Think about it.

You have children of the God of War, people who, all their lives, are drawn to competition, and oftentimes, combat. Whether they knew their heritage or not, too. Exhibit A himself could tell you during this narration alone. These were people who had surrounded themselves, in some way, shape, or form, in their element: a contest of power. Be it through traditional athletics, combat sports, or plain and simple fighting, those of Ares's blood almost unanimously had dedicated their lives to athleticism, to being their physical, and mental best. Not only were they naturally talented through birth and very skilled and powerful through putting their noses to the grindstone, the sheer tenacity and will to win was another key characteristic amongst those of his family.

Even though he outpowered her (a rare feat even for a guy), and had a more rounded skillset than her (delving into the matter of who was "more skilled" was foolhardy; she was almost purely a boxer and damn good at it, he was much more a mixed martial artist and good in more areas but likely not as much in any one like she was in her only one), he was also likely one of the few who could match her in sheer grit and ability to keep coming forward.

In that vein, it was only natural that he absorb some of her anger where others could not.

He shot Dallas a look.

Didn't mean he particularly [i]cared [/i]for it.