Ares laughed scornfully, and turned toward his lead men, giving a nod to make sure betting was closed and they were ready to begin. Not that he'd be giving Apollo a cut of the winnings of course. If Hades froze over and Ares lost, at least he'd had these profits at Apollo's expense.
He let out a piercing whistle to get the attention of the crowd, who quieted down immediately. Ares gave a low bow.
"A rare treat for you tonight, gentlemen! I have a challenger that wants to take on me, personally!" There was a round of derisive laughter from his War Dogs, and Ares gave them an, "I know, but it's TRUE!" shrug and nod. "This man has been a thorn in my side for a long, long time. My half-brother! Let's call him Apollo, for tonight. Tomorrow I will call him Loser!" Ares sure knew how to play to his audience. He turned back to Apollo, catching a nod to indicate they were ready.
"Shall we then, brother?" Ares ripped his shirt off over his head so he was topless in his track pants and bare feet. "You'll be biting the dust before I'm through."