The God of War, Ares, was in the middle of a clearing in a huge forest on Earth. There, the red-headed and grey-eyed god was practising his javelin throwing in the late evening. He had been at it for four hours, but he was still going very strong.

I'm good… he smirked to himself smugly, obviously very proud of his ability. Too good…

So far, the dense forests around the clearing had been quiet, giving Ares the silence he needed for concentration on aiming.

But suddenly, the silence was broken by a loud rustling of tree branches behind him

He was just about to throw his javelin at a further distance when he heard the noise instantly. Immediately, he turns around and bellowed, "Who is there? Show yourself!"

He hears a low but audible chuckling coming from the trees. Ares tightens his grip on the javelin as he slowly raises it, getting ready to throw it in the events of an attack.

Just then, a creature emerged from the forests. The god gaped in shock at the sight of this creature, because it stood far taller than him, even reaching the highest branches of the tall trees. Its figure was big and burly; so huge that it blocked Ares' entire view of the forest ahead of him.

The war god could tell that this creature was a male, and he looked like very mortal-like except for his outstanding height and size. He had shaggy sandy-blonde hair that fell to his shoulders and sea green eyes. He didn't look handsome, but he didn't look ugly; somewhere in-between.

The gigantic creature walked towards Ares with a smirk. Putting on a brave façade and annoyed by the fact that the strange beast dared to smile with such smugness in his presence, Ares demanded in his usual gruff voice, "Who are you, creature?"

The giant chuckled once again, and Ares' patience was getting kind of low. Did this beast even know who he was? How dare he act in such a way in front of a god?

Nonetheless, he waited for the giant to speak.

When the giant had finally stopped laughing, he answered with an amused look in his eyes, "I am Otus. Son of Poseidon."

Ares snorted, thinking to himself about how typical it was for the fiery-tempered God of the Sea to father such monstrous offspring.

"And what do you want that makes you stand before me?" Ares asked defensively, his javelin still raised up high in his hand.

Otus shakes his head disappointingly as a grim frown creased his forehead. Ares didn't know why, but he had a feeling that whatever is going to happen next is not going to be good.

"Dear Lord Ares, how could you not ask about my brother behind you?" the giant asked him grimly.

The god's piercing grey eyes widened and he immediately turned around, instantly seeing the other giant behind him.

But his vision was suddenly turned into darkness, for the new giant had swung at him with a heavy tree that was in his hand.

The God of War knocked out immediately upon the impact, thrown off several feet away from where he was standing. His javelin was thrown out of his grip a few feet further ahead from him.

Ichor, the golden blood of the gods, seeped from the new wound on the god's head where he had taken the blow. Though heavily unconscious, he was still breathing.

The giant brothers chuckled to themselves loudly in mirth. Otus exclaimed, "Good job, my dear brother Ephialtes!"

Ephialtes, the other giant with unruly mud brown hair and eyes the same shade of sea green, laughed louder. "That was too easy!" he guffawed. "It would not be long before we proceed with the next step of our plan!"

Otus immediately began to get serious and shook his head in disagreement. "No, brother. We must wait a while longer for the perfect moment to proceed with the plan."

Hearing this, Ephialtes grumbled irately, "But Otus! I am impatient even as of now! I want a wife this very minute!"

The sandy-haired giant sighed and solemnly said, "I know, and I want her."

And then, Ephialtes began to get curious. "You are indeed very brave to choose her, Otus. Very brave indeed. But how can you be so sure that she would accept?"

Otus snorts and exclaims, "When we rule Olympus, she would be a subject to my every whim! It would be impossible for her to reject me for long." Then he became serious once again. "Now no more fooling around. We must take Ares away as soon as possible."

Ephialtes nods and both giants walked over to the still-unconscious and bleeding god. Otus picked Ares up in one gigantic hand with ease and threw him over his shoulder before the both of them walked away into the depths of the forests.