"Yes. You will." Ares got up again and turned his back to Tragos, working his jaw. "Do you know how much of an irritation this whole event is to me? I should be glad that fuckhead thought with his cock and blew his load too early, didn't have enough time to turn more people. I want to know it, from you, if you hear any sympathy towards him and his ideas." He looked back over his shoulder. "Anyone starts talking about how he had the right idea about me, I want to know about it. I need to squash this before it gets any worse. Your brother told me Murphy was working alone, but I heard people in the stands agreeing with him. I want to know who they are, and I want to change their minds." His tone of voice was dark, like the rumble of thunder in the distance.
He was still thinking about Tycho and Gino, what he was going to do to them. A public execution wasn't too far off the cards. Maybe a survival match: if they're still alive after fighting ten other men consecutively, they get to stay.
"And, I want to know about Hecate." His eye was fixed on Tragos, watching his response.