The man looked up at the Hydra, his eyes shining with recognition and a bit of frustration. Frustration not because he wanted to fight but because he had once dealt with this thing before and now, it was back again. Truly, this Hydra was something else.
"You! How on Zeus' beard did you come back alive?" He pointed at the Hydra. During his twelve labors, he had killed this beast as one of the, but now....it was back? By the gods!!!
The Hydra's heads swiveled in unison, recognizing the demigod who had once been its greatest nemesis. Its eyes narrowed, and a chorus of growls escaped from its throats. The beast's middle head, the largest and most menacing, bared its fangs, sending a clear message, it remembered Hercules, the man who had destroyed all of it's heads and it loathed him.
Hercules sighed deeply, planting his massive club into the ground with a thud. "Of all the monsters I faced, you were the most annoyingly persistent." His eyes, bright and fierce, glinted with a mixture of nostalgia and annoyance.
He rolled his shoulders, the lion-skin cloak shifting to reveal the hardened muscles beneath. "Ah well, a fight's a fight."
Jefferson, who was barely holding the line with the soldiers, took a step back, momentarily relieved by the arrival of the powerhouse.
Hercules let out a hearty laugh, the kind that could lift spirits even on the bleakest of battlefields. "time to crush this beast back into the Underworld!" He tightened his grip on his club, the ancient wood creaking under the pressure of his hands.
"Tell your soldiers to stay back! And..."
Jefferson interrupted "I know, I should cast a barrier over you and the Hydra since you wanna flex your hands for a while right?" Jefferson smiled. He knew his master too well. He loved fights and hence, he would allow no one to interrupt him"
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"You got it! Arrange all your magicians who wield flames! I'll need it when I'm done beating it up!" Hercules clenched his club harder again and lifted it above his head.
"Got it!"
Immediately, Hercules walked casually to the Hydra, swinging his club as he moved. Meanwhile, Jefferson quickly constructed a large Aether barrier over the two of them.
Hercules planted his feet firmly on the ground, his grin spreading wide as he faced down the Hydra, each of its heads coiling back and preparing to strike.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
Rex steadied himself, his heart pounding in sync with the tremors caused by Hercules' brutal blows against the Hydra. Sweat dripped down his brow, but his eyes shone with renewed energy. He summoned the Sword of Damocles once more, its blade shimmering dangerously as it materialized in his grip.
Prepared to strike, Rex sprinted forward, only to skid to a stop at the sight before him. There, standing like a mountain of raw power, was a man clad in a lion-skin cloak, swinging an enormous club with a force that defied reason. Each swing sent shockwaves through the ground, and the Hydra, despite its monstrous size, was being battered back.
Rex's eyes narrowed in curiosity and awe. Who is that? he thought. Instinctively, he activated God's Eyes, expecting to glean information about the newcomer. But to his surprise, the usually infallible ability fizzled, static clouding his vision.
No way, Rex thought, frustration flickering across his face. "God's Eyes isn't working?" He mentally reached out to Cronus. "What's going on, old man? Who is that?"
Cronus' voice, calm and amused, echoed in his mind. That, my dear boy, is Hercules. The son of Zeus. A demigod known for his absurd strength and courage. Even the gods themselves respect his might.
Rex's jaw dropped. "Hercules? The Hercules?" He looked back at the man who was now grappling one of the Hydra's heads, his biceps bulging as he forced the beast down.
The scene was almost surreal, but Rex had no time to dwell on his amazement. He turned and spotted Jefferson, who was barking orders to the soldiers and coordinating with the barrier mages. Rex made his way over, still holding his Sword of Damocles, the blade humming with energy.
"Jefferson!" Rex called out as he approached, causing Jefferson to spin around. "Is that him? Is that the person you were waiting for?"
Jefferson's face lit up, a mixture of pride and relief softening his otherwise battle-hardened features. "Yes, Rex. That's my master, Hercules," he confirmed, a grin breaking through the stress lines. "The legendary hero himself. And by the looks of it, he's having the time of his life."
As Jefferson spoke, his usual cold demeanor lit up in admiration
Rex couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, he sure looks like it." They watched as Hercules roared with laughter, parrying a barrage of venomous strikes with his club, his sheer joy in battle infectious.
Just then, Hercules twisted around, his eyes locking onto Jefferson. He lifted his club and signaled with his free hand. "Fire Magicians! Heed my battle cry!" he shouted, his voice booming over the chaos. He was preparing for a final strike, wanting the flames to finish the job.
The soldiers behind Jefferson tensed. But Rex stepped forward, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. He placed a hand on Jefferson's shoulder.
"Hold up," Rex said, his voice confident. "I've got the perfect flames for this."