As soon as Ares threw his first punch, Apollo returned fire with a barrage of his own - a series of fast jabs and crosses his body, also a test of his defenses. They were strong, but Apollo was fast, sliding out of the way by slipping his left shoulder back so Ares' next blow was a glancing one.
The crowd was a lively one; any fight with Ares was going to be a masterclass in violence, and the added thrill of his opponent being a brother added to the intense feeling in the air tonight.
They'd laid down no rules, Tragos noted, though thinking while part of this audience was difficult. No gloves, no protection, no nothing. This would be a fight till one couldn't get up again.
The two men rushed at each other like sworn enemies and Tragos practically felt the air shake as they collided. He added his shouts to the rush of male voices that rose to the ceiling, stripping away any thoughts but that of the fight in front of them.