“This is where we fight,” Tragos said, feeling all wrong - sacrilegious - to be standing on the dais, though he made no move to leave it. “Where Ares bought Apollo to destroy him. Where he’s going to destroy Barak. There,” he pointed at the sand in front of them, wondering if the darker patches - even kicked over and covered in clean sand as they were - were obvious to her as blood.
That Ares would destroy Barak Tragos had no doubt. He’d been hit by Barak and he’d been hit by Ares and the two did not compare. Tragos didn’t know how he felt about Barak’s fate. He was still too angry at him to think this was anything but deserved.
He swallowed, finding it hard to look at Marcie though he desperately wanted to touch her. “Don’t know what’s going to happen after.”