[felix sits and listens as ares talks, and recognizes, in a metaphysical way, how bizarre the whole situation is. here he sits, in hell, conversing with—allegedly—a god of war. did that make the goddess he knew more or less real?
but the talk of god-killing is more than enough to stay his tongue until the other man finishes, and he catches himself nodding when he does.]
As susceptible to mortal harm as anyone. [he can understand the thrill. hell, the idea of being to cut down a god certainly held the same amount. the concept of sparring with an average human was tempting enough, but with someone who potentially had eons of experience...]
I don't need to ask if you fight, but what weapon do you use?
no subject
but the talk of god-killing is more than enough to stay his tongue until the other man finishes, and he catches himself nodding when he does.]
As susceptible to mortal harm as anyone. [he can understand the thrill. hell, the idea of being to cut down a god certainly held the same amount. the concept of sparring with an average human was tempting enough, but with someone who potentially had eons of experience...]
I don't need to ask if you fight, but what weapon do you use?
[let's get down to business]