The battlefield erupted in a flurry of action as Ares and Cronus clashed. Snowballs flew through the air with divine precision, shaping themselves with the gods' powers. Ares, his battle instincts honed from countless wars, moved with lightning speed, his golden eyes narrowed in focus. His snowballs were perfectly formed, propelled by the force of his strength and his tactical mind. He was relentless, weaving through the snow with ease, using the terrain to his advantage.
Cronus, though still adjusting to his mortal form, wasn't without his own skills. He used his divine presence to enhance the snow's power, shaping the snowballs into hardened projectiles that had the force of boulders. His movements were slow and calculated, his long sand-colored hair falling over his brow as he concentrated. Even though his mortal body was less capable than his previous form, Cronus still had centuries of experience and wisdom, and that translated into a fierce, controlled style of combat.
