"Keep on trying, sunshine." Ares rolled his neck and shoulders, loosening up. He was going to enjoy wiping Apollo's smug face into the sand in front of all his people. "You're gonna have to do better that that."
Bare-knuckle fist fights were a dangerous and messy business with nothing to shield hands or faces from damage, but it had been so long since the last time he'd done this. He wanted blood to spill tonight. He placed a little, eyeing up Apollo's form and looking for weak spots, remembering his fighting style of old, then he stepped forward, throwing a tight jab just to engage and draw Apollo out a little, feel him out.