Hercules fell to one knee as he clutched the hole in his abdomen, leaking golden blood all the while. He had a wry smile on his face, unable to believe that after such a great and illustrious life, that it would be here that he was going to die.
However, the raised cannons and nozzles that had been charging up beams to finish him off began to dim following the roar of Theseus.
"We surrender!"
The face of Hercules cramped as he heard this, but he sighed in the end. As stubborn as he might be, part of him realized that this might be the best outcome.
With that, the Great Hero collapsed into unconsciousness.
......
Achilles was gazing at the stump of his leg that was still bleeding profusely until now.
Rather than scared or in pain, he was utterly confused. For him, this outcome was utterly incomprehensible defying every bit of common sense.
