As one would ave expected, it took the gods and goddesses assembled at the meeting a while to subdue Ares.
Unlike when he fought against Abaddon, the powers the war god used were more flashy in terms of ability.
Instead of simply relying on his body and knowledge alone, Ares summoned a legion of dead warriors felled in battle, and led his army to lay waste to the gods.
But right now, Zeus was staring down at his son who seemed to be almost feral in nature.
Ares was screaming a great number of obscenities at his father from underneath a glowing golden net, seemingly not showing any signs of calming down at all.
The rest of his army had already been put back to rest by any assembled death gods, leaving him alone once again.
Eventually, the thunder god grew tired of listening to his son's irate ramblings and stomped on his face hard enough to crack pavement- knocking him out.
"How many did he kill before being brought down?"