It was a rough, brutal game and even the continuous screams of Wrath couldn't distract Hockey from his goal. He was going to win this, he was going to suck up all the beautiful power that was brimming within the Garden. It was heady, bloody and constantly growing and Hockey's game improved as they continued to play. His hits were bone-jarring, his face grim and violent and the adrenaline pumping through his body.
He had managed to pound PCP into the ice and his fight with Bia was a draw but as the buzzer rang out to signal the end of the first period and the Garden put ten minutes up on the clock for the intermission, Hockey skated over to the bench. Even then, the cameras followed him, his face broadcasted over the jumbotron as he stripped off his helmet and gloves and drank down at least half a bottle of Gatorade.
But then he saw Hades and his son and even if the king was intimidating, children had always been his favourite fans. Their worship was so pure. Putting skate guards on his blades, he clambered up the back of the bench to lean over the glass. "Hey kiddo!" He said with a happy grin. "If your father is okay with it, want to come down and take a few shots on me in net? I'm sure the Garden can find a pair of skates and a stick for you." He cocked his head slightly, silently asking his old friend for a favour and a pair of tiny skates that would fit Theo perfectly and a small stick appeared under the bench as if they had been there the entire time.