He caught the tossed weapon without too much issue, and sighed quietly to himself as he continued to follow Ares. Unsurprisingly, he was led to open floor of the Coliseum and a glance revealed that they were far from alone. He recognized a few of his guild members up on the seats relaxing as their day was at an end. He was about to take up a stance when she turned around to face him, but he couldn’t help but freeze.

In his gut he knew he had to move, that if he stayed still he would die—well hopefully not—but the sheer presence Ares had rooted him in place. It was like a wave of ice cold water had just slammed into him; he wanted to struggle, but the chill robbed him of any strength to resist. Still, at the very least, he managed to shift his hand and grip the weapon properly even as she wrapped her fingers around the plain sword’s hilt. 

Her order seemed to dispel some of the crushing pressure that radiated from her towards him. With a deep breath he tried to calm himself, with some success, before he charged forward. There was no question if he was outmatched in this situation, in both skills and capabilities Ares was without a doubt his superior. If she didn’t want him to land a hit, he was fairly damn certain he wouldn’t, but to give anything less than his utmost would probably just earn more of her ire. His left foot shot out to stop himself, kicking up a cloud of dirt and dust towards the Goddess. Immediately afterwards his blade slashed through it.