The times may have changed, but war hasn't and neither has Ares. Adapted is the word for what he's done, finding a way to stay close to the clash of armies now that they've cast aside shining helms and flashing swords. A renowed weapons contractor, Ares is still a spectator, and still wholly uninterested in the outcome of a battle, so long as the battle itself is bloody and destructive. More often than not word of him travels in the form of secondhand accounts of brawls and scuffles, for Ares goes nowhere without a fight of one nature or another, and even among the gods he's more like to throw a punch than settle a dispute with a word. But can he really be blamed? A good battle is so hard to come by these days, he'd say, spinning a bullet casing along the polished surface of his desk, and if a skirmish broke out in one country or another a few days later, well, he'd just say he couldn't help himself.
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The times may have changed, but war hasn't and neither has Ares. Adapted is the word for what he's done, finding a way to stay close to the clash of armies now that they've cast aside shining helms and flashing swords. A renowed weapons contractor, Ares is still a spectator, and still wholly uninterested in the outcome of a battle, so long as the battle itself is bloody and destructive. More often than not word of him travels in the form of secondhand accounts of brawls and scuffles, for Ares goes nowhere without a fight of one nature or another, and even among the gods he's more like to throw a punch than settle a dispute with a word. But can he really be blamed? A good battle is so hard to come by these days, he'd say, spinning a bullet casing along the polished surface of his desk, and if a skirmish broke out in one country or another a few days later, well, he'd just say he couldn't help himself.