"Where was I?" Ares bellows indignantly.

"You would want to be depicted as a manipulated fool?" asks Athena, arching an eyebrow, clearly showing what she thinks of his intelligence.

"I want to be depicted beating that Jackson kid into a pulp-"

"Which, might I remind you, never happened-"

"It'd be more right than what happened there!"

And, well, she has to give him that, as much as it pains her to admit.