"Well if nothing else, I don't think they know to expect me."

The gateway of the coliseum is long and dark, and opens out to a large space, a cheering crowd, and two figures standing in the middle of it all. One of them is a man with a confident smile, and the other is minotaur with a very large axe.

"Halt, fiends! You'll go not one step further, while I, Theseus, and noble Asterius, still stand! And stand we shall, for you have fallen before and shall fall again, blackguard! Witch on your shoulder or no!"

"...Wow I hate him."

"Told you," he murmurs right back, staring at Theseus. "And hello, Asterius, hope you're doing well."

"Hello, short one. Get ready."

"Come forth and fight, witch, or are you content to cower behind a coward? Hm? Well, you have good reason, for you will soon taste my spear—"

"Okay, wow, no," interrupts Yvette. "I'll come out if you stop talking, especially with any innuendos about spears, how about that."

"Never, fiend! We all know you fear the truth I speak!"

"Too late deal made here I am," says Yvette, materializing her body just to get to personally blast Theseus with a brilliant bright ray of what looks like concentrated sunlight.

The bull takes that as his cue to start sprinting towards them in a decidedly trample-like manner.

Which Zagreus has no trouble dodging so he can lob a slow-moving fast-spinning floating disc of red blades in the bull's direction, courtesy of Ares.

Oh, that looks like the sort of environmental hazard that someone should be dragged into! Look, Asterius, you're already close! C'mere, it's time to introduce yourself to the disc of red blades, courtesy of this burst of starscape.

"My spear will taste fiendblood!"

And then he throws it. At Yvette.

No he doesn't.

Well, he does, but Zagreus is in front of it in a blink to reflect it right towards the Athenian.

Asterius is heavy, has lots of momentum, and when dragged to the spikes has a hard time leaving them.

On the other hand, he is a magical dead Champion of Elysium with extremely thick skin so all that does is scrape him a bit. He turns towards Zagreus and sprints again.

The spear bounces off of Theseus's raised shield, but he does look very annoyed about the whole affair. He summons it back to his hand and then surges forward to Zagreus to personally poke a hole in him.

Asterius is sprinting again? That's not very smart of him. What if she just skirts a bit of herself along the ground behind him until he's all nice and sped up, and then grabs him and shoves him off course, and at that column, right over there?

And meanwhile she can have her body sink into another puddle of night to skim along the floor, and maybe see about finding an ambush point to flank Theseus with. Zagreus is faster than she is, but she's very agile and can easily change direction if given an opening.

Well, as the narration mentioned previously, Asterius has quite a lot of inertia, so what he'll do if Yvette does that is crash horn-first into the column over there, and snort in irritation.

Zagreus will attempt a parry! He will mostly succeed, except for a scratch somewhere on his side.

And then there is Yvette, who blasts Theseus with a sunbeam from the side that manages to break his irritating smile. Ha! See! That means it’s working!

“Do we want to pick one to bully or keep juggling them?” wonders Yvette, who then blasts Theseus again while talking.

Unfortunately for her, Theseus now has his shield pointed in her direction, and blocks it entirely.

In lieu of replying, Zagreus tries to take advantage of the opening to land a blow on Theseus's back.

Only to be intercepted by a leaping minotaur, who almost cleaves him in half with the landing.

He jumps out of the way at the last second but the shockwave is enough to send him tumbling to one of the statues.

"The bull, definitely the bull," he finally answers.

Snort.