Ares

Ares dug his cleats into the ground.  He focused on the quarterback just over the pads of the linemen.  He blocked out the noise of the game – the cheers of the fans, the blare of the trumpets.  There was nothing in his world except the quarterback.

The snap was made and Ares exploded off the front line.  He collided with two linemen in a clash of grunts and pads.  He forced his way between them.

The quarterback was before him, unprotected and unaware – half turned looking down the field.  Ares smiled.  He lowered his head and charged toward the enemy.

Whistles blasted the play dead.  Ares lay on top of the Titan’s quarterback. 

“What the hell is your problem,” the player yelled, pushing Ares off and jumping to his feet.

Teammates from both sides circled and refs descended on the huddle, blowing whistles and waving their arms as Ares and the quarterback pushed each other.

The fight was broken up before it had even begun.  Ares jogged back to his sideline to wait for the next attack.