Athena had not wanted to attend what was an obvious power play. At this time of so much uncertainty, where it felt as if the fate of her pantheon hung on a thread and was only waiting for the right... opportunity to be decided... she was reluctant to lend any of her power to a god she did not know or trust.
But then she discovered who comprised the teams. How could she not cheer on Nuclear Power and Heracles? ...And how could she not witness Zelus, Bia, Kratos and Nike working together in all their strength? With so many of her friends and family members playing, it would be rude not to come to the game.
She entered the Garden and the familiar feeling of entering someone else's place of worship washed over her. This was a true temple. Athena paused at the door for a moment, considering. She had not come to participate, she had not come to cheer for either side, and it was very likely that she would not stay long. All the same... Hockey had mentioned the Garden liked blood, and it would be just as rude to come to a place of worship without offering anything as it would to not attend at all.
Lifting up her hand, she bit her thumb and smeared some of her blood on the wall, watching as the stain absorbed into the building. The cut in her hand healed, it was no loss of power, no true offering, and nothing which could be used against her, but it was respect and the blood of an immortal goddess, and she felt certain the Garden would receive it.
She entered the stadium and took stock of the immortals who had gathered there. Jord, the restaurant owner who was not a goddess, and -- that was CeCe. Wrath was in the penalty box, and Athena immediately checked her emotions. Satisfying as immediate vengeance would be, it was ultimately pointless. Seeing Death on the ice did little to cool her temper, and so she immediately shifted her gaze to Enola and waved cheerfully. She nodded at Heracles and then shifted her attention to the winged ones. Smiling at them she positioned herself so that she could have a clear view of all in the rink.
...and a clear view of Hades and his son. Interesting. She had not spoken with her uncle in some time. Maybe it was time to rectify that situation, in fact she could hardly think of a more ideal. After all, they were in someone else's temple. Their behavior should reflect that.