Cran felt very small in comparison to the god, and it showed, him shaking slightly. However, Cran closed his eyes, for just a moment, before he turned towards Ares, taking a stance. "...I take it you run this place, huh? I always heard those that run these gladiatorial arenas were...strong...but no matter. If I must prove that...that I can handle..your warrior, then so be it..." Cran says, before switching to look at his foe. They looked strong..radiated some power, but Cran kept a somewhat cool head. He knew not who he was facing, nor truly the extent of their power.

		This, would end very, very, badly for Cran the Pacifist.

	He saw the charge, and he barely managed to move out of the way of the blade, however he tries to latch onto his foe, aiming to try, and choke them. However, Alexander's helmet prevented this, entirely. That's even if Cran can manage to grab him, and try to choke him. Cran was fast for a normal human, but he was facing someone on a whole new level to anything he'd faced before.