Apollo growled in the back of his throat, ready to rip Ares apart for laying his Muse on the table like that. The thought of Ares winning and having a legitimate claim on Melpomene clenched his fists into tight, dangerous weapons, his anger intensifying. But he would not back down, so: "I'll meet you in your worthy place then," he growled. "And when I win," he added, phrasing it with utmost confidence in both the future and his own strength, with a quick look toward the girl at the locker room door. "When I win, I get Marcella."