Hela and Ares stared at each other.
The two were standing in the middle of the huge main training gym, not looking too far from a gladiator fight.
Maybe even Zeus would show up wanting to play emperor and decide who lives and who dies.
The stands were fervent, especially knowing that the great leader would fight himself.
"What are the rules?"
Helen asked.
Ares grinned, he liked fair, old-fashioned combat.
Firearms were a little pitiful in their design, fight with your own fist or lean on your blade alone.
"No firearms, we're from the time when only bows and swords were used... Magic won't be a problem either, we are gods after all."
Hela nodded, she knew Ares used a bow with magic arrows.
The rules were fair and favored the use of both fighters' weapons.
Hela took a deep breath to ensure that none of the tension in her body affected her, but she was truly nervous.
She had never really fought anyone.
