Chiron was standing at the start line, the conch in his hand. He had a red shirt that read Party Ponies - Las Vegas and carried his bow and quiver on his back, just in case things got messy.
"You know the rules," he said. "Two rounds, the first chariot to cross this line the second time wins. Weapons and dirty tricks are allowed. As far as possible, please try not to kill anyone." The crowd of demigods in the stadium cheered and Chiron blew the horn.