Apollo was not going to get off lightly from this. "No Hecate to save your ass this time," Ares said as he reached the floor. His men backed off at a hand signal, taking their wounded with them. "Big fucking mistake, coming here. Huge. Attacking my boys, trying to claim my blood yet again? I told you. Off limits." His face twitched with temper as he stopped just out of arm's reach. By Zeus he detested this golden pretty-boy and his cockheaded, arrogant ways.
He eyed up Apollo, noting behind him that Marcella was hanging back by the doors to the locker rooms, watching them both intently.
"Do you deny that you treat your Muses like your personal harem, fucking whichever one of them you feel like on the day? Must be nice, to have your own fuck buffet. I know. I had a taste. Melpomene is a dirty fuck and you know what? She loved it. I'd take her again over any of the other bubble-headed music boxes. Quality over quantity, shitstick."
He already knew there was going to be a fight, it was going to take place in the arena, and he was going to win it. He just needed to make it more fair by sledging his opponent.