Aite fled the crumbling temple, cackling, and darted hurriedly behind her Uncle, who stiffened at the wind of her passage and whirled in time to catch Athena's blade on his own.

"You want a war with me? You have it!" Athena thundered, turning sharply on her heel and storming away.

Aite giggled, pressing her face against Uncle's shoulder. "Do you think," Ares said, chuckling, "she will ever realise that is exactly I want, which they always give me?"

Aite is a minor goddess, Eris' daughter, of mischief, delusion, folly, and ruin.