Ares vs Seth 1/2

3rd POV

Shortly after Ares's display the 2 men followed by the rest of the gods made their way out of the force field and into the middle of the desert. Looking around, both Seth and Ares saw ALL of the gods in attendance even the ones barred from the meeting. The greeks placing their own bets on Ares. To the ones who didn't fight, they saw it as Ares is taller and buffer than Seth, while the Egyptians placed their bets on Seth, the ones who didn't do combat thought that Seth was smarter and faster.

With the duel about to start, Seth begins by summoning his giant executioner axe. Swinging it around his arms, showing off his skill in handling the weapon.

Ares on the other side summons his giant great sword named 'ChaosEater'. Forged by Hephaestus and the Cyclopes, and enchanted by Hecate and Hades. This weapon was made to make blood spill and bones break.

Ares bowed. "Ares," he said. "Greek God of War."

Seth returned the bow. "Seth," he said. "Egyptian God of War."

At that, all the gods and goddesses in the crowd roared. Duels was loved by all most all of them—a bastion of brilliance and a nest of heretics, all in one.

Seth was not untrained. He began to move on his toes as the centuries had taught him, and, with nothing to lose, his first attack was all-out. He stepped forward in mock hesitancy and kicked—hard—at his opponent's knee.

And had to pick himself out of the sand heap. He'd missed the move that flung him a body length across the desert night, but while he was more odiferous for his fall he was uninjured, and he bounced back at his opponent, who seemed to be made of celestial steel.

"That's one fall," said Ares. "Good kick. Very good, really." The huge man grinned. "In fact, I think we're going to have real fun. I thought I'd have to do both sides of this fight, but apparently—"

To Ares, Seth was thin and stringy, and his only real physical advantage was that his arms and legs were abnormally long. While the giant rattled on, he feinted another cross-body punch and kicked under it—caught the giant's arm as it shot forward defensively—

It was a near-perfect arm-lock…right until he was flying through the air again. This time, his buttocks hit a sand mound before he slid into the desert heap.

The pain was intense, and the laughter of the crowd lit him up like a lantern. He rolled off the sand, and ran at the big man.

Before he even got halfway to his target he stops and then actually begins to use the axe he summon ed.

'Why Tf he didn't use it earlier?' Ares thought.

Ares begins to slowly circle around Seth, looking for a weakness in his guard. The Egyptian shuffled, shifting to keep Ares in front of him. He held himself with an easy confidence, assured in the superiority of his weapons. His reach was longer; he had no reason to attack first. Ares would have to get in closer to use his sword, and during that time, the knight would have a chance to use the giant axe. (While the great sword is long its not as long as the axe plus Seth has longer and lankier arms than Ares)

'Arrogance is good', Ares thought. 'It will make him slow'.

Having completed two complete circuits of the man's stationary position, Seth settled into a low stance, axe ready, and waited. 'How long?'

The Greek God leaped forward, his clawed hand lashing out at Seth's neck. It was a marvelously delivered blow, the weight of his body trailing while Seth immediately readied the ax head as he whinned it behind him. Waiting behind Ares was the sword, held high in preparation to swing down and rip and tear and shatter bone . A less experienced fighter would have expected the sword to come first, but Seth had never doubted that the first strike would come from his hand. For all the swiftness of the Greek Gods attack, signs of his intent had been readily clear to Seth. His clawed hand was his left hand, and as it snapped toward him, Seth stepped forward and to the outside. He slammed the pommel of his axe and his other forearm against the Greek Gods arm, blocking the blow before it could even be fully extended.

He was close enough now for the knives.

Ares reacted quickly, folding his arm back to make his elbow a blunt object. His momentum carried him forward, and his elbow hit Seth hard at the base of his rib cage. With a concussive 'whuff', the less-armored man felt half his breath abandon his body. It was only an instinctive tightening of his abdomen that prevented him from being left gasping for breath.

He felt the sword coming. If he stood still and looked for it, his upraised face would be a natural target Ares could not miss. He could not step back quickly enough to avoid the strike either. He had to stay in close.

Seth had a choice to move right or left, behind or in front of Ares's body. Moving in front meant that he was exposed to the man's weapon, but it also meant his own could come into play. Moving behind the god would put his own back to the man. As the sword came hurtling down, Seth darted to his left.

Seth immediately lunged with his new summoned knives.

The only reason the sword missed was because the move was one that Seth himself knew -- the whirling arm-over-arm assault that seemed, to an untrained eye, to be an impossible tangle of limbs. That Ares knew it was a surprise to Seth—even more so that he would attempt it with disparate weapons like the sword -- and it was only pure instinct that had warned him to pull back. As it was, the blade of the sword passed less than a finger's width in front of his face.

Seth did not wait around to see if the Greek god was capable of continuing the whirlwind. The angle was bad, and his knives were not meant for stabbing, but he jabbed the one in his right hand up into the greek god's left armpit anyway. He put as much strength as he could in the attack, Ares saw this coming and shot his hand at the knife and maneuvered the knife out of Seth's hand and redirected it into Seth's armpit. Seth collapsed around his weapon, a muffled grunt of pain coming from Seth's mouth.

Seth jerked backward, and the knife was torn out of Ares's grip. Instead of trying to retrieve it, Ares grabbed for the shoulder of the man's armor, getting a fistful of cloth and maille. The Egyptian was off- balance. It would be easy to throw him now. Once the god was on the ground, the superiority of his weapons would be negated and it would be much easier to cut him.

Fire exploded across his back. Ares's had managed to twist his sword and slice into Seth's back. His legs and arms still worked, so the sword had missed his spine, but the strike had split his leathers. Snarling like a wounded beast, Seth drove his right knee into his enemy's groin, "Please…This isn't a bar fight,…have some class." Ares responds with cold indifference. His back muscles shrieked in agony as the greek god tried to hang on to his back with the sword; finally, Seth managed to twist away and pull the handle from his opponents grasp. Too bad he couldn't make Ares let go of his sword.

The crowd roared with delight as they separated, each now missing one of his weapons. Seth's knife lay in the dirt somewhere, and he tried to reach around and touch the scar on his back. More pain lanced up his back and into the base of his skull as he twisted his body. " Eight points; Larynx, SPINE, Lungs, Liver, Jugular, Subclavian Artery, Kidneys and finally Heart." Ares says.

The Egyptian god wobbled, his legs struggling to hold him upright. He grasped the lower edge of his cloth with one hand, adjusting it, and he caught sight of a shadow at the base of his neck. His other knife had cut the greek god after all. Not fatally, but he had drawn blood.

The crowd was on its feet, shouting and screaming a war cry of its own, as Seth gripped his knife with both hands and charged. A bold attack. The man hadn't learned caution from their first exchange.

His teeth bared in a feral grin, Seth's summoned and his hand found the shaft of a hatchet and pulled it free. Now he had a more suitable weapon.

The Sword swept down, and Seth darted to his left, sweeping the hatchet up to slam its handle against the shaft of the sword. Even before the shock of the contact rippled all the way up to his shoulder, he was already turning his wrist, letting the momentum of the sword carry it past him. He was inside the greek gods guard again.

Ares snapped his right hand out, and his metal-shod fist drove into Seth's throat. He'd taken worse, but the blow made his throat close. Gagging, he felt his grip on the hatchet loosen. He hit him again, and he barely managed to tuck his chin down. Ares's fist scrapped across his jaw—once, twice.

Seth stumbled back. Ares pressed his advantage, pounding Seth with short jabs. They were powerful hits, but the flurry of punches that kept him off balance was his reason for him to retreat.

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