Hercules was a blur of motion, his lion-skin cloak whipping violently as he surged forward. With a feral grin, he swung his massive club in a wide arc, the air splitting with a deafening roar. A razor-sharp gust tore through the battlefield, carving deep scars into the earth as it barreled toward Lucius.
Lucius darted low, a streak of shadow sliding beneath the deadly gust. The ground shattered under his swift movements as his crimson eyes locked onto Hercules, calculating. Before he could strike back, Hercules slammed his hand into the ground with a bone-shaking impact, fissures spiderwebbing outward.
Lucius' voice cut through the air, tinged with surprise. "What in the abyss are you doing?"
