The crew of that ship mobilized around Ares as the latter fell on the middle of their boat. The effect of Falcon Wings was gone by that time, so he didn't have any possible way to escape anymore. Out of all other ships on that corridor of death, Ares had chosen the farther one for a reason...
'That pretentious idiot...', Amelia thought as she moved to the front of the ship she conquered and looked directly at where Ares was going to fight. 'He did it on purpose so others wouldn't have this same problem... Before, we had the chance of retreating if necessary, but with the spell gone, there is no way that he can escape if something happens...'