"Better, but not good enough." Saying these words blandly as Alexander adjusted his grip, Ares dropped her posture down, extending a single leg outwards as if a spearman dropping into a stance. For a swordsman, a spearman's stance of extending a leading leg far out from the body was idiotic at best; any combatant who saw her actions would likely pronounce them as inept. 

When Alexander launched his attack though, this notion was swatted aside. The weapon Ares held was, without question, a sword. At the moment when Alexander's blade moved to strike Ares, though, her weapon moved as if it was a spear. Rather than a line, it became a point, wielded with a single hand like a short spear wielded with two. In a fluid motion that seemed to go against physics, her sword lashed out to block the attack with the side of her blade, the weapons hissing as they contacted each other-

-Only for Ares to abruptly pull back, stopping the motion of her sword as she leapt backwards, away from Alexander. 

The reason for this sudden change was simple.

Someone had interrupted her. 

Ares wordlessly turned to face the new arrival. It was enough that she wasn't in a good mood beforehand, but the words of the human before her had caused that anger to flare up anew.

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If the presence of Ares had been oppressive before, in a single instant it became palpable. To the individual she was now looking at, there would be an overwhelming, all-consuming feeling of insignificance, of weakness. The feeling of looking at a natural disaster given form. The realization that one was a speck in the cosmic hand of the Bodhisattva. The very ability to articulate words would be lost, replaced by panic and fear beyond description. Even Alexander and the other observers, not suffering the brunt of Ares's presence, would have their minds filled with this overbearing dread, their reason stolen away by primal terror.

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And just as quickly as it had come, that aura of malice faded. Taking a moment for the humans to recover their rationality, Ares spoke up icily. 

"...Alright Alexander, it's your lucky day. We're changing the lesson plan. Fight this guy. If you win, you'll get my second-order blessing. New guy, no running away. You're in my domain, and I don't treat cowards kindly."