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Drabble #1
by Honor
Ares lifted Joxer's torn and battered body from the devastation of the battlefield, oblivious to the chaos surrounding him. He never noticed Hercules' attempts to close on him to start another fight. Holding Joxer close, he flashed away to the Halls of War, calling Apollo and Asclepius as he went. When Joxer healed...Well, maybe now he could find a way to introduce the one-on-one training he'd been dreaming of. After all, he'd find it very difficult to run away up here. And maybe one or two of Ares' other dreams could be put into practice as well. He could only hope.