Dino's
Las Vegas, Nevada
USA
The crowd at Dino's never seemed to grow weary or restless as the night wore on. The endless clinking of slot machines merged with too loud music as the dancers/barmaids did their thing, and as house dealers shouted over the din for players to ready themselves.
Into all of this, strode Enyo. Naked, but for a battle helm, dented and covered in the blood of long gone foes. Carrying a spear in one hand, a small one sided battle axe in another, shield slung over her back.
Enyo, whose name itself means horror. Enyo, called by those who know her "Waster of Cities." Enyo, foremost companion of Ares, the God of War.
None blocked her way. Satyrs and nymphs conferred quietly as customers gaped in amazement. If Enyo took notice, she did not show it. Silently, steadily, she walked through the entirety of Dino's until coming upon the one she sought.
Sal sat alone, drinking. The bottle of wine was nearly empty. As Enyo approached, the satyr turned and looked upon her presence.
Enyo spoke as she raised her spear arm, her voice cold and terrible, "The god of War sends his greetings. . .BETRAYER!!!!!!!!!" The spear flew from Enyo's hand and pierced Sal's heart, scarce before his prayer to Dionysus escaped his lips.
Enyo retrieved her weapon and turned and left Dino's in the manner in which she came. Seemingly oblivious to the screams and protestations of the patrons of the "Heart of Sin City."
None dared bar her way.
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Mars Munitions
Detroit, Michigan
USA
Alexander Mars continued to stare out his office window at the city beneath him. A small smile of contentment crossed his face. Behind him, still on display from the secret compartment in his bookcase, the armor he wore in battle stood magnificently. Rivulets of fresh blood appeared and streamed down the battlesuit as new instances of violence instigated in his name claimed victims across the globe.
Mars turned and sat behind his desk, lighting a cigar and taking a deep drag before pressing the button on his intercom.
"Harmony, tell my captains to come in out of the field. Now."
"Yes, sir." The extremely pleasant voice on the other end of the intercom sounded.
The god of War smiled. It had been a long time since he had found foes worthy of personally doing away with. But if his spies at Dion's were correct, a challenge was finally coming his way.
