Evander stood in the sun, baking in his red armor, the sand under his boots as he held his shield and kiphos. He stared menacingly at his little brother, Austin, who loved to fight anything and everything that moved. "You want to fight and get your anger out, let's make this constructive at least, kid. Take arms. Fight me. Maybe you'll win, but not easily." He said loudly, than clashed his sword against his shield.
He waited, muttering his pre-fight prayer. The same prayer he chanted at the braizers. "Shed down a kindly ray from above upon my life, and strength of war, that I may be able to drive away bitter cowardice from my head and crush down the deceitful impulses of my soul. Restrain also the keen fury of my heart which provokes me to tread the ways of blood-curdling strife. Rather, O blessed one, give you me boldness to abide within the harmless laws of peace, avoiding strife and hatred and the violent fiends of death." Hey, he might be an Ares kid, but he could read Homer enough to memorize a prayer to his father.
He waited, muttering his pre-fight prayer. The same prayer he chanted at the braizers. "Shed down a kindly ray from above upon my life, and strength of war, that I may be able to drive away bitter cowardice from my head and crush down the deceitful impulses of my soul. Restrain also the keen fury of my heart which provokes me to tread the ways of blood-curdling strife. Rather, O blessed one, give you me boldness to abide within the harmless laws of peace, avoiding strife and hatred and the violent fiends of death." Hey, he might be an Ares kid, but he could read Homer enough to memorize a prayer to his father.