The crowded arena, crammed with warriors filled with excitement, was abuzz.
Everyone desperately expected to scream amidst a great tangle of excitement and anger.
They were angry with Hela for not surrendering and finally Ares's victory was enacted, but they were also filled with trying for the same reason.
Finally an opponent skilled enough to face the great god of war!
They were greedy for sweat and tears, but mostly for blood.
Spill your blood and prove your worth before Zeus' holy ground.
Ares hadn't had a fight like that for a few years and despite feeling like he could barely stand on his feet for long he also had enormous happiness and satisfaction from fighting.
War was in their veins, waiting for honors dyed by the enemy's clamor.
Yes, that's exactly how he felt.
Hela glared at Ares.
The two after a session of facades and punches kept apart at a long distance to finally breathe.
