15 Ares vs Seth 2/2

3rd POV

He saw his opening: his opponent was covered from head to foot with the tightly linked maille, but it did not cover the entirety of the palms. At the base of the hand there was a patch of exposed skin.

As Ares punched him again, Seth jabbed upward with the knife in his left hand. He shoved the point into the base of the man's hand with all of his strength, and Ares's fist cocked at a strange angle. He felt the knife grind against bone, and he shoved and twisted the blade.

Ares didn't even scream, but Ares caught a flash of the whites of the Egyptians eyes through the cloth of the helmet.

Letting go of both his knife and the nearly forgotten hatchet, Seth grappled with his enemy. However Ares saw it coming and reversed it. He looped his left arm around the Seth's right, pinning the man's elbow against his side. The Egyptian , moaning and spitting, threw his weight against Ares in a desperate attempt to overwhelm the more-armored god and regain control of the grapple. Ares dropped his hips -- the one whose hips are lower is the one who wins -- and twisted his body around as he swept his right leg back.

Seth tried to stop the throw, but he was too off balance. He flew off his feet, and Ares, still holding onto his arm, came tumbling with him. They crashed to the ground, and there was a bone-snapping crunch as his elbow twisted too far in the wrong direction.

Ares rolled off his opponent, the roar of the crowd filling his head. Crouching, he warily regarded his downed opponent while his right hand tried to explore the gash on his hand. His hand came away gold with ichor, but he could still move. He could still fight.

Unlike his opponent.

Seth was struggling to turn over, but his brain hadn't quite realized how useless his right arm was. The back had been sliced by an enchanted sword, and the elbow was bent at a hideous angle. The maille sleeve was already dark with blood. If he was not a god, he would be maimed for the rest of his life.

Ares was reminded of something he had seen as a boy, an odd memory of a time before he had become a god. One spring morning, he had stumbled upon a butterfly as it struggled to emerge from its chrysalis. He had watched it wriggle out of its sheath and tumble to the ground. Its wings never opened properly, and the fall had caused its crumpled wings to harden stiff in a wrinkled mass that would never carry it aloft. He remembered crouching over it, staring intently at this tiny creature whose life was over a scant minute after it had been born.

Seth flopped onto his back, clawing at his helmet with his good hand. He was screaming and crying inside his cloth with rage and shame at his defeat; he couldn't get a good look at what was wrong with his arm. He knew something was wrong, but the pain wasn't so intense that his martial resolve had been swept away, no, no pain could ever sweep away his martial resolve.

Seth was like the butterfly, lying on the ground, struggling to fly but unable to understand why it couldn't.

Ares retrieved Seth's other knife from the sand and knelt beside the downed god. He shoved his blade next to the eye slit of the god's helmet. Seth thrashed for a moment and then his limbs stilled. He had been beaten in a fair one on one duel, and then he had been granted mercy by his enemy, even if he could not die, there is truly no greater shame to a god of war.

Ares thought, 'Hmph he looks just like the butterfly when I had crushed it with my thumb.'

"HE WONNNNNNNN!" Yells of happiness roared from the greeks. Gods such as Zeus, Hera and Enyo all smiled nonchalantly as if his victory was written in stone.

The Egyptians were baffled by Seth's loss. The only one to beat him was Horus and even Horus was HEAVILY injured after the battle.

End Scene———————

As by the demands of the duel Ra immediately allowed Alexander and the greeks to occupy Egypt without problems.

Seth was healed by Isis after the duel.

????????? POV——

'Holy shit he actually beat him, Not even Horus defeated Seth like that. That god came out with only a pierced hand and a couple of small cuts, while Seth came out with a broken arm, broken ribs a godly concussion and a heavily lacerated back.'

'Maybe h-he's the o-one-' A voice interrupts the unknown person's thoughts.

"Are you going to go speak with him or are you going to stair at him like a longing maiden?"

"A-ah, Hathor! * sigh of relief* H-how do you f-feel about the greek god of w-war?" The unknown woman asks the other.

"No, Neith, how DO YOU FEEL?" Hathor emphasize's her words.

Blushing Neith answers Hathor, "I-I guess I l-like h-him, do you Hathor?"

"....*sigh*…Yes I can not help it, he is very interesting."

Hathor-

Neith-

(What should his human name be??)