Nike loved the thrill, the excitement, and the people cheering his name. Everything about boxing was perfection. Hell it wasn’t even just boxing. Duck here, punch there. It was any competition that got his adrenalin running in general. Whenever he was doing something that involved something where someone could win or lose it was as if his body just started going into hyper drive. He moved faster, hit harder, reacted quicker, and could take just as much as he could dish out. Not that anyone ever got in as many hits as he himself did. But it didn’t stop there. Over the past few weeks or so, as he was not only the youngest found so far but the most recently awakened, he remembered everything. Sure, that may seem terrible but for him? It was perfection. He only had to see something once and he could do it just as well as the other person.<br/><br/>After the childhood he had, if it could even be called that, back in Australia this new life was everything he could have ever wanted and more. Sure, he had come to America to try and start a career in boxing he had even been a minor boxer slowly rising through the ranks before he was approached by the old Grandma. Now though? Now he could do anything. Duck, gut punch, uppercut to the chin. Knockout punch to the face. Victory. The applause the roaring of the crowd. It was just what he wanted, what he needed. It was amazing and it was all for him. A silly grin on his face he looked at the clock, the guy had only lasted a minute. Not bad considering. But it wasn’t a full two minutes. That disappointed him. His eyes flashing back to their normal shade of blue no longer gold. He had hoped someone would give him a good fight. The last two weren’t very long.<br/><br/>He helped the guy up and shook hands with him congratulating him on a job well done. It was too, against anyone else he might stand a chance. Not against Nike though. You couldn’t beat the Goddess of Victory. That thought made Nike stop. Leaning against the ring as the announcer, as Erebus had left to do his thing, asked if any other dared challenge him. It made him think, he was the Greek Goddess of Victory…but he was a man wasn’t he? Last time he checked he was at least, and he was pretty sure that meant he should be a Go-woa was that a butterfly? Head moving as he tried to follow the apparent butterfly only to see nothing and sigh having forgotten what he was thinking about. Maybe Artemis would know, she’s smart. Mean though…but smart. Oh hey he was done there was no challenger. With that Nike rose his hands in the air and waved as he got off the boxing ring and made his way over to the private room for only the Pantheon.<br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Erebus didn’t watch the short lived fights. He knew who was going to win, and he bet on it too. Won all his money every damn time. The humans loved to vote against Nike, they wanted an underdog and with the odds stacked against his fellow God it made the Titan of Shadows’ winnings all the better. Taking a sip of his drink, because it wasn’t wine even if it looked red, he grinned hearing the second person fall and collected his winnings. Winking at the lass handing out the money the King of Darkness decided not to bet on the next match and instead was going to go see what the rest of<span style="font-style: italic">His</span>Pantheon were doing. It had been awhile sense he interacted with them, two or three days may not seem like a lot to most people but they weren’t most people. It wasn’t his fault though, he had a business to run.<br/><br/>A business to run and a career as well. If his voice was like honey when he spoke than it was like nectar when he sung. The people loved it and he loved the feeling he got from it. Sure, it wasn’t as good as draining some poor flapper dry after having his way with her in whatever way they wanted but not much really did compare to an O Negative. Another little something about him the Pantheon didn’t know. It was The Lord of Shadow’s secret and it was going to stay that way, no one could stop him anyway. He ran this town, had the cops under his thumb the mayor in his pocket and the mayor’s wife in his bed. Everything went the way he wanted it too. Grinning to himself he took a sip of his drink, finishing it off and tossed the glass into the trash. He’d buy another later.<br/><br/>Walking into the backroom he chuckled seeing all of them already gathered in the back room except of course for Nike, Pax, Anaideia, and Sin it appeared. Nike of course off beating the snot out of some poor sap who thought they could defeat the Goddess of Victory stuck inside the body of a young man with severe attention problems. Sin was probably watching the match or off doing whatever it was she did. While Pax and Anaideia were off together somewhere perhaps. In his mind the two needed to just drop the whole act and run off together and shag already, but if they didn’t do it themselves he wouldn’t mind speeding the process along.<span style="color: purple">“Hello ladies, and Ao”</span>he nodded in greeting before sitting down in his chair hands behind his head leaning on the back of the wall.<span style="color: purple">“I do so hope you are all enjoying yourselves and no one has gotten into too much trouble.”</span>At this point the cheering was heard once again and the ever victorious Nike walked in.<span style="color: purple">“Except of course our thrice victorious Nike of course. Not too many bruises I see.”</span>