[Rumble in the Jungle -- RL with Dion -- Goma, Congo]

[dogsof_war]

The run down barracks wasn't much to look at with its gray streaked walls and chipping paint, but it was secluded and the locals kept their distance. There was no door, but a knee high sheet of plywood was placed across the bottom of the frame. The constant noise of yips and growls had long since become background noise for Ares as he lay sprawled

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[amerimnos]

Tracking down the location of his half-brother hadn't been exceptionally difficult. It was the only thing that kept Dionysus' grim smile from turning into a dark scowl, as he hadn't looked forward to putting supreme effort into finding Ares. Just attempting to get fair retribution for the lions killed because of his foolish actions

[dogsof_war]

Grunting, Ares rolled out of the way a second too late to avoid any injury. An angry red scratch stood out on his side, but he wasn't going to complain if that was all the injury he received, even if he should have been able to dodge it. Hitting the floor, Ares snatched up the machete and rolled onto his feet, remaining in a crouched position.

His hold on the blade tightened even as the slightly wild look faded from his eyes. It was just Dionysus. Frowning, the war god eased himself up from his crouch, eyeing his half brother suspiciously. A knife? Quirking a brow, Ares nudged one of the pups away with his foot, not wanting the creature in the way.

"Hm, you couldn't even face me like a man, could you princess?"

[amerimnos]

A number of angry curses were held back by nothing but sheer willpower, and Dionysus lurched back to his feet at the sudden move. Of course it wasn't going to be easy. He was deluding himself again.

Hn. That'd make it interesting, right? At least Ares underestimated his physical abilities.

"I'm not stupid," the god replied sharply, his features contorting into more of a scowl.

"Nor do I wish to fight honorably against you. I'd like at least a semblance of a chance to gut you," he added, sounding dryly amused.

[dogsof_war]

"I expected nothing honorable from you," Ares muttered, cutting Dionysus a sharp look. There was a tug on his jeans and Ares looked down to find an energetic pup staring back. He'd need to move this outside.

"You plan to gut me with a butter knife?" Ares gestured with his free hand, casting the machete to the ground in favor of grabbing his spear. "Fine."

Not pausing to wait, Ares headed toward the door and stepped outside. This shouldn't take too long, and then he could return to his nap.