Hercules stood still like an immovable mountain, his lion-skin cloak billowing in the wind. His lips curled into a feral grin, revealing teeth clenched with raw determination. His massive club gleamed in the fractured light, a primal weapon that seemed to hum with the weight of countless battles. Locking eyes with Lucius, Hercules swung his club in a wide arc, the force of his motion tearing through the air.
A deadly gust of wind howled from the strike, its sharp edges slicing through the battlefield like an invisible scythe. The ground gouged into jagged scars as it barreled toward Lucius.
Lucius moved like liquid shadow, his form a blur as he slid under the incoming blade of wind. The ground cracked beneath him as he braced, his crimson eyes narrowing. Before he could counter, Hercules slammed his fingers into the earth, the impact shaking the battlefield.
Lucius' voice cut through the air, tinged with surprise. "What in the abyss are you doing?"
