FURIOUS

Ares had mourned in his own little way. He had admitted to himself that one part of him died with Angel.

There was nothing more holding him back anymore.

His silence, and pain, he turned into pure fury.

That morning, he woke up with one thing, and just one thing in mind- the burning need to get even.

Jumping to his feet, he marched to the bars of the cell, and began to hit it.

"Come face me man to man, you bastard!" He screamed at the top of his voice.

Nadia woke up from her rest, and was immediately alert.

"Why do you need me behind these bars to feel a sense of victory? What? All of that gangster image yet you can't face me like a man? Bring your guns, and your fucking swords. I'll use my bare hands, and tear you apart!" He thundered, as his hand shook the bars.

"No Ares! You're goading him. This won't end well for either one of us. Stop it!" Nadia cautioned him..