[ Apollo leans back against a nearby wall and slides down to the floor, languidly turning his gaze to his opponent. He's not particularly keen on fighting anyone for the entertainment of their overlords. ]

Sure. How would you like to go? I could muster up a disease of some kind. Stretch out your death over several episodes. I'm sure the drama would be great for ratings.

[ His tone is dull and detached. At the ratings comment, he turns his gaze upward to one of the cameras and scowls. ]

Do you have any close relationships? Someone who could cry over you while you waste away in an infirmary bed? Maybe if you get sick enough, they'll just send you home.