Ares knew Apollo would be impressed and jealous when he saw the arena. It was filling up with all the War Dogs who could get there at such short notice, as well as other punters who were always up for a wager. He lead the way down the steps to the sand, and turned towards Apollo with his arms outstretched.
"Welcome to the altar of my worship," he said, just for Apollo to hear. "This is where sacrifice is made in my honour, and where you will lose tonight." Sparta split off from his master and prowled he perimeter, growling all the while, his eyes fixed on the enemy god.