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We all have needs, get over it.

Bah. Go away.

Oh come now. A woman can tease in good fun, sir. *giggles*

You believed that asshole, yesterday. So I repeat. Go away.

You're cute when you're angry.

Get a punch bag.

I have one. He's not here today.

Can't you find someone else to beat.

I have many that require constant beatings.

The uglies for one.

You hit ugly people? Men and women?

They aren't people. They're servants. And I have some of both sex.

What would you do with me then, try and make me your servant? Who do you think you are?

You're not ugly. I would put you in my bed and pleasure you.

As for who I am...I'm Ares, god of Savage War and Bloodlust.

*stops, explodes with blushes*

I..oh.

*enjoys her blushing*

You are an innocent. I like it.

I'm not innocent I'm just not used to people talking to like that. Ever.

*tries to look away*

I want violence too.

Do you, pet? Want to spar with me?

Edited 2008-01-18 04:12 (UTC)

Mm. *pops his knuckles*

Alright. I would...

*crosses his arms and stares*

Come at me then.

*contemplates Ares carefully before he starts to walk toward Ares and takes on good solid swing.*

*what? He's used to fighting people his size.*

*lets Percy's swing catch him in the jaw with a laugh*

Is that all you got, pet? Come on, you can do better than that!

*takes a swing at him, keeping it soft to begin with*

What kind of violence?

Any.

Well I won't bother asking you to take it easy then.

Just try not to kill me.

*eyes her*

You? Want to take ME on?

...You're a chick.

*arches brow*

And?

What? Can't fight a chick?

*smirks*

I could...but I'd rather fuck you instead.

Thought fighting would be foreplay for someone like you.

*thinks*

Hmm. It can be. Alright. Come for me.

Alright.

*edges forward, lifting hands a bit, curling them into fists and when she was close enough, aimed a sharp jab right at his mouth. Never had been the type to hold back*

How 'bout a spar?

*cocks an eyebrow*

I don't think you are up to sparing with me.

I may not look like much, but size has never been an indication of power.

Fighting's in my blood. *crosses his arms over his chest, and lifts a lavender brow*

*tosses him one of two of these (http://pics.livejournal.com/a_roman_w_power/pic/00003kk0)*

An honor to fight and or die by your hands at least once, Lord Ares. *holds the other dagger in his hand, readying himself*

(ooc - no decapitating or loss of limbs etc -- stab and slash and have fun. Immortals are fun like that.*g*)

Anger management classes and some Prozac would do you a world of good.

Wouldn't have anything to do with Hermes's ED comment earlier, would it?