Aren looked at his opponent. He was a slim-looking, pale dude who had on mage-like robes with some Snape-looking patterns all over them. His eyes were purple, his hair slicked back, his entire presence screamed of that of a snake or something.
Aren looked at him for a few seconds. He felt that something was a bit off about this dude, but regardless, he walked toward the center of the platform, ready to go.
He could sense the presence of Loki watching him from the stands. Though Aren now knew that Loki wasn't really here, but a projection.
Gods were no normal beings that would just come to the gods' domain just to see someone. Aren was even sure there had to be rules in place against that. So whatever that Loki was, he was sure it wasn't the real thing.
Turning his attention back to the opponent, he drew a deep breath, summoning his entire dark armor and wolf guard.
He looked at the dude and spoke, "I don't plan to go even slightly easy on you, just so you know."
