Near the Arena, somewhere on the outer edges, a man, or more accurately a god, was sitting on a set of stairs, face buried in his hands. Sulking, the god of death, Anubis, was still irked Zeus discarded him for the tenth round, in favor or Susano.

Hence, he had spent the last few hours mumbling to himself in a corner, much like a petulant child.

"Ughhh... Should've me, not Susano ! I was so ready !"