Ares went and stood in position, he was ready against Morrigan fight and lose gloriously or, the luck should for him be fair to obtain a draw against her.
His spear lifted up highly he started with the attack and the battle luck turned as of the time to his bad luck.
Ares slipped, on a stone this one lay and he didn't notice this one and hit with his back of the head hard the sand and dawned away, enveloped his spirit and he slumbered and dreamt the black night to his feet in front of himself to.
He got awake after a while because something shook at his shoulder and he saw an angel when he opened the eyes. The face of Morrigan looking charmingly and gottenly leant about him and looked at him gottenly and he heard her words: "Young warrior, wake up. You aren't here for sleeping."
Ares rattled on itself and lasted he had lost his back of the head being sore, this duel. He helplessly gave her a smile: "The gods probably don't want us to fight against each other. I am Ares, your servant." He with difficulty bent his head and a bow indicated. "Whats your name?" he gave her a smile and hoped in his innermost part that she also would feel an affection as he had felt her from the beginning to her ...