Embers of wrath (1)

Ares came to his senses once he felt his body getting increasingly hot again. But, this time, it looked like he was engulfed by flames. Somehow, that feeling was quite familiar. He had a memory on the corner of his mind, a memory that he himself put on that corner lest get unconcentrated. He was trying to bring up that memory again, but couldn't. 

'Hey... why am I thinking about such a pointless thing right now? That viper... Yeah, that viper. It will reach the survivors. I need to do something right now! Or, rather, I should do something. But, even after all this while, I am still so weak. Here I am again, lying on the ground, unable to get up and save the people I should protect.

'That's... That's...', for a moment, he couldn't find the right word. 

'That's infuriating.'

Once that thought crossed his mind, he felt something grazing his cheek, burning it in the process. It looked like a tongue of fire had passed by him, touching his face.