warning: violence
"What the fuck do we do now?" Ares shouted in distress as he watched his brother trying to keep away the people who were pushing on their door. Just a little bit more time, a few more seconds so they could at least think of something. Theseus didn't seem to be in a very talkative state, he took a few steps back signaling his brother that he wasn't able to keep them any longer.
As if an explosion had just happened the door was blasted open, leaving its frame and hitting the opposite side of the wall. It had flown above their ducked heads like a Frisbee before it shuttered into big pieces. Immediately six armed men pointed at them with huge guns. Ares smiled and raised his arms in a surrendering motion.
"Should we talk about this with some tea and biscuits?" he asked them jokingly but all they did was keep staring at them, pointing with their guns. "I guess not" the elf prince concluded and rushed forward. Avoiding skillfully a storm of bullets.
