Agatinos thinks about responding to the prince of the underworld flirting with him but decides instead to do anything else.

Like stare at the skeleton. "I might ask the same. And am. Zagreus, who's your... apparent friend?"

"This is Agatinos, he's a shade that hates the Underworld and was seduced by my charm, wit, and willingness to challenge my lord father in his declarations that it is impossible to leave," he tells the skeleton. Then he turns to the shade. "And this is Skelly, no I don't know if that's his real name, and I do not really know why he's here and he won't tell me, but he likes serving as a training dummy for whenever I'm feeling bored or want to try something new."

    Skelly raises a hand. "Nice to meet you. Is it going to be two versus one? Sounds exciting."

"...that's... deeply suspicious... but I admit I can't really think of an angle best served by getting repeatedly stabbed?"

    "It's fun!"

"But no, I'm going to fight him. Or, well, spar."

    "Awww, and here you got my hopes up."

"Sorry, mate. Maybe another time."

    "Eh, it's fine, can't have it all. Toodles!" And with that the skeleton disappears in a flash of dark red light.

"Well, that was... perplexing," Agatinos says. "Shall we, then?"

"Yes, let's," he says, walking over to one of the floating weapons—the sword, the same one he'd been using to fight Theseus, having somehow found its way to this chamber upon Zagreus's death—and taking it. He then walks over to the center of the arena, stretching his arms a bit, and says, "How lethal are we going for?"

"Hmm... first kill, maybe? I should probably get used to, well, dying, and killing, which... I've only died twice, and I haven't killed anyone in hundreds of years."

"I don't think I have ever killed anyone or anything that wasn't already dead, is it different?"

"...I think so. It's been - longer, since I killed a mortal. I tried to avoid it, when I could. But if they were threatening my river, I couldn't. And it never felt good. Killing a shade, or someone else that'll come back, that's fine. I just stopped sparring a few hundred years ago, when it started to feel - pointless."

"Interesting. Well, ready when you are."

And, after a count of three -

Some people fight like they have something to prove. Like they're showing off. Zagreus may be familiar with this from the shades of Elysium, who fight like everything is a grand tournament and they are the main show.

Agatinos, too, could be interpreted as showing off. He fights like a dancer, not a soldier; he flips and spins and misdirects. He is never in the same place twice. But through it all, his blades slash at Zagreus, not like a tournament-fighter or gladiator, but like a killer. He harries the Prince like water washing away at stone: flowing, rapid, inevitable.

Zagreus fights like...

...like he was trained by the best of the Greeks. Achilles has taught him many things, over the years, techniques and tricks and ideas, but the most important skill he has imparted on his pupil is being able to adapt. He doesn't have one fighting style; he has all of them. He is probably more reckless than he could be, if he wanted, more reckless than a mortal would be, if they wanted to stay alive. He doesn't. It's not like he doesn't care, but he avoids it like he's avoiding a headache, an annoyance and nothing more. And that makes him scarier than any mortal, in a way, secure in the knowledge that the worst that can happen is a quick trip two rooms over.

Recklessness is not the same as stupidity, though. If Agatinos gets too used to something, he changes up. He feints, he draws back, he dashes. He feints a feint, and pretends he's not taking a hit that he is. He doesn't fight like a dancer, but he does fight like he's dancing, like this is delightful and exhilarating and exciting and lustful and...

He bleeds like a mortal, he grins like a lunatic, but he fights like a god.

Oh, this is good.

Agatinos isn't as good as Zagreus. But he's good. He's very good at telling a feint from a real attack, even when Zagreus doesn't give him much of a tell. And throughout, he's slicing at Zagreus, giving more than he gets, trying to wear him down and disable him...

which doesn't keep him from eventually overextending, and being very thoroughly impaled for his trouble.

He coughs up some blood, then dissipates.

When he emerges again from the Styx, Zagreus is waiting for him there, bloodied and battered and still grinning and... licking his lips? Not literally but there's something in his eyes.

"You are very good at that," Agatinos comments as he combs his fingers through his damp hair.

"I was taught by the best," he says, eyeing Agatinos up and down.

Agatinos still isn't sure what to do about that! Well, he can blush rather a lot and say "Should we - return to your chambers?"

"An altogether splendid suggestion!"

To his chambers!

Where Agatinos can sit on the bed again and look very unsure of himself!

"Should - I don't know if you need to, um. Take care of. Um." Blush. "Should I... go... elsewhere..."

"If you don't want to participate I'd rather we just go ahead and start bashing some skulls."

"Um - what level of - participation? I, I'm not - I haven't done a lot of this. I could - pose for you?"

Zagreus laughs. "Whatever level you're comfortable with! You fight really well and it was very arousing."

Blush. "I - well."

He unwraps his chiton, not particularly seductive but not going quite as fast as he can, and sets it beside him on the bed. He reclines, to give Zagreus a good view.

His body is lithe - well, actually he's a bit too thin to be lithe. His muscles are less impressive than Zagreus', but they're still pretty well defined. And between his legs, behind his rock-hard, statue-small prick, is a pert-lipped cunt.

Well that's acquiescence if he's ever seen it! "May I...?" he asks, taking a tentative step towards Agatinos.