"
BALWGH"
Ares coughed up the remainder of his blood, the liquid freely spilling from his missing arm and mouth. His hammer was gone, the mighty weapon knocked from his hands during the barrage of vehicular blows. Ares felt several other blows charge into him, breaking his ribs on impact, his torso collapsing in on itself as the force knocked him backward. He felt another blow, this time to his back, breaking what was left of his spine and sending him tumbling forward.
his troops tried in vain to fire at the speeding vehicle, but it was like trying to hit a fighter jet with a Sling Shot. their attacks missed entirely, incapable of tagging the speeding man who had reached speeds beyond what any of them could react to.
( "
This man.... what the hell is he?")
Yet Ares, defiant to the end, kept fighting. Vainly swinging his fists, the blows themselves hitting thin air as the vehicle sped through him. Once his arms were no longer useable, he attempted to headbutt the charging vehicle, swinging wildly with his neck while the blows continued to rain onto him. His injuries, instead of weakening him, were spiking his power to the very limit, feeding off of his own suffering, his anger, his emotions themselves continue to drive him., while his body itself gave way to its unavoidable limitations.
In one final ditch to win, he let all his remaining energy explode around him, engulfing him in a gigantic fireball that expands around him, carrying the force similar to that of a nuclear explosion, this cascade of energy blasted outward, incinerating everything, and everyone in touched. This technique would leave Ares completely drained of energy, helpless to anything that happens after the fact. The explosion size itself was condensed just enough that it did not touch any of Drake's allies, a consequence of Drake pleading at Ares to spare his comrades from the blast.
