I spit fire and facts.

"We shall fight, one by one in the order given to Colonel Heria. At any time the member of the team can surrender, or the leader may choose to surrender in their warrior's stead. There will be no killing, this is but a friendly spar to show off to the other side. We will fight only within this area, the edges have been marked by my ring. Are we fine with such a statement?" Ares asked, looking out to Beor and his ten warriors.

Beor's warriors were quite the mix. They had those that were still within their prime, and then that were much more older and wisened. There was even a single woman that was barely passed her teens, their first warrior for the gauntlet. She was a catfolk of some kind.

Beor nodded his head and growled something towards the girl who stepped forward. Ares had ordered his warriors. It would go Gantal, Jiaga, Saykkera and then himself.