The battlefield erupted in a flurry of action as Ares and Cronus clashed. Snowballs flew through the air with divine precision, shaping themselves with the gods' powers. Ares, his battle instincts honed from countless wars, moved with lightning speed, his golden eyes narrowed in focus. His snowballs were perfectly formed, propelled by the force of his strength and his tactical mind. He was relentless, weaving through the snow with ease, using the terrain to his advantage.