As much as the winged prince wanted to go immediately after Ares, the war was ruthless as everyone was filled with adrenaline, vigor, and some even with bloodlust. Aeolus knew he fell into that latter category as well, despite not having a drop of vampire in him. So when he saw a white dracarae male accented with black try and duck away from the combat with a primarily black female with translucent red dragonfly wings, Aeolus almost instinctively barreled down from his flight and went for the male’s face – his teeth plunging into the socket while also in the process ripping some of the male’s ear. In retaliation, the Tarben delta had pulled him down from his flight with a hard paw reaching over his shoulders – this male was a dire wolf, of course that would be easy enough with the height difference between them. Aeolus let go before the dracarae male could push him entirely to the ground, managing to slip backwards and away from that battle, taking flight once again. Not without wounds, of course. A large gash was clawed into his upper shoulder that led down towards his upper right leg. That would hurt later, but for now, the adrenaline he felt would help numb that sensation. Aeolus needed to find Ares.

It was easy enough once the Sabertooth prince was in the swing of battle and able to ignore all the new spirits, but anger bubbled up more in him as he saw life leave Artemis, due to his primary target – Ares. Aeolus made sure to land, needed to get on the brute’s level, and began to stalk towards the feline wolf, calling out to him and then threatening him. Now, the red, leather, brown, and white clad male knew he certainly wasn’t the most intimidating, but Aeolus did not expect the quip back from Ares, a smirk lying on the Tarben brute’s maw. “Oh. The wild dog, the one who wandered into the last war? Shame. It was such fun to kill her. Little girls shouldn’t go wandering onto the first battlefields they can find. She got what she was asking for. Case in point - that little white one, the one with antlers? Perhaps a sister of yours, I know your father is a Colupus. She was such an easy kill, it was almost boring - not much fight in you Sabertooth weaklings, I take it?” Unlike his father, Aeolus did not give into the taunt and retaliate immediately, giving the brute ample opportunity to bite into his other shoulder – the one that wasn’t scarred yet. Aeolus snarled back out, making sure the words resonated in Ares’s core. ”Little pussy-cat runt.” He voiced with figurative venom before forcing the brute off his shoulder.

Aeolus then turned to be face-to-face with Ares, circling him, slowly corralling him closer and closer to the boulder. ”Tch’ya know nothing at all, you cocky scum of the earth, yet tch’ya talk big. Trying to compensate for tch’ya small size, stroking tch’ya own ego?” He scoffed. ”Perhaps that’s the only way tch’ya can feel better about yourself, finding meaning and worth in murder. A pitiful way to live, really.” This is when Aeolus stopped, facing Ares again. If the brute had tried to swing up to this point, Aeolus gracefully stepped out of the way of each swing, still retaining the circling he had done to corner Ares into the boulder. ”If I have anything to say about it…” Aeolus started, looking unamused until he turned his steel and navy gaze back to Ares, his eyes narrowing and the next words flat, but threatening, in tone. ”You’ll be stuck in the spirit realm forever, and the deceased members of Sabertooth will make you rethink that opinion of our pack being weak.” Almost silently, Aeolus lunged forward, slamming the brute into the boulder, hearing several bones snap in succession. The Sabertooth prince then latched onto the male’s shoulder and lifted him up into the air, dropping Ares onto the precipice of the boulder. The next snap that occurred was indicative of Ares becoming paralyzed from the neck down. Aeolus swooped back down as Ares’s body slid down the side of the boulder, just so the prince could make sure Ares suffered. ”Shame that tch’ya never got a chance to kill anyone from our royal line, though.” He taunted, looking at the eyes of Ares that were showing that his life force was still there. ”I’ll be sure to lead tch’ya everlasting torture in the spirit realm. But for now…”

Aeolus first directed his attention to the chest, slowly digging his claws into it. Although Ares would not feel this pain, he surely could watch himself be ripped up. ”If I remember correctly, this was where tch’ya tore Lazarus up.” He looked Ares in the eyes before digging his claws deeper and quickly ripping the skin and flesh, repeating the motion a few times. It stretched the wound on Aeolus’s own shoulder, causing some of his own blood to trickle down, and now the pain was starting to kick in. Shame, he wanted this torture to last longer. Aeolus then brought his face close to Ares, ”And tch’ya killed Artemis by biting down on her neck.” He clamped down on Ares neck, and with a swift motion, tore Ares’s jugular, spitting out the flesh before speaking last few words to Ares while he still lived. ”They were best friends, and I bet they can haunt tch’ya more than I ever could. Say hi to them for me, will ya?” Aeolus then stepped back, watching the last breaths leave Ares, before slowly walking back to his pack.

OOC: Death of Ares.

Actions and thoughts and "Words."