Peter stood silently until the girls finished their discussions. Luckily, he, like most other divine beings and champions, were able to understand most mortal languages. Seeing Priroda step forward and draw her weapon, and Sol step back, he assumed they were ready.

"Alright, ready?" he asked, looking between Herriman and Priroda. After receiving a nod from them both, he rose his arms, his long sleeves flapping about has he flailed.

"Begin!"