Even if she was the hurdle he had to pass at the moment, he couldn’t help but watch as she adjusted her stance in response to his own changes. Even as he lashed out with a quick jab, he paid more attention to her movements than the result of his own attack, already understanding that it wouldn’t land. What he needed to figure out was why, and what he needed to change or do. 

However just like the odd resonance that had happened when their weapons first clashed, he was left confused at exactly what had happened. It was no doubt a sword in her hand, but it felt like his weapon had just met with a vicious stab from the tip of a spear. The sensation only last momentarily though, and he stepped back as Ares disengaged with a simple hop. 

He didn’t know what to expect when the Goddess turned to face the interloper, but he didn’t expect her overwhelming air to further intensify. His thoughts became a jumbled mess as the urge to step back, turn about, and just run engulfed him. The moment passed as quickly as it had come, and he gasped for breath shakily as his white knuckled grip slowly relaxed. He nodded at his Goddess’ harsh orders, and though he felt bad for the man and his ignorance he wasn’t about to disobey Ares. 

He twirled his weapon around several times to help loosen up the tension that had built up under Ares intense presence before he took a glance at the man that had chosen to interrupt out of apparent ignorance. The man’s actions seemed to suggest a lack of familiarity with the Deities given he failed to recognize the white-haired Goddess. If that were true then it also meant he couldn’t possibly have any of their blessings which meant he was, effectively, just an ordinary human at this point… [color=ed1c24][i]‘Ho boy…’ [/i][/color]He was glad to have given this a bit of thought rather than dive straight in with the assumption that the other man was also similarly blessed; might have just killed the man by accident.

Still… it was only a guess at the moment and he would actually need to engage his opponent to see the accuracy of such a guess. He lowered his stance as the weapon rested over his shoulder. With a sharp stomp, he charged forward at full speed, leaving a small cloud of dust in his wake. A regular human would barely be able to react, while someone with a Deity’s blessing would have without much trouble. Just in case his opponent was of the latter, he whipped the sword around with a quick swing to aim for his opponent’s chest. It would be easy to adjust so the blow passed by harmlessly if it turned out that, yeah, he was just fighting a regular human.