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Recalling proper introduction etiquette from one of the shows he had been binging he frowned slightly. It was pretty recent in it’s date of creation meaning that what was expected in meeting someone new. I smile and a handshake.
His hand lowered when she didn’t accept still not sure why introductions were so awkward for him. Was his hands too muscular? Were they intimidating? He looked at his hand for a moment then returned his gaze to Amelia. ”Those are brands?” he asked raising his eyebrow trying to recall any of the names of the suits he managed to borrow from his Master’s late fathers closet. Thankfully he too was a large man.
”I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want it. You’re attire seems more... appropriate.” he said noticing people walking in suits and dresses and no Hawaiian shirts. ”Starting to think I chose poorly this evenings festivities...” he said more to himself looking down at the shirt and debating tearing it off but deciding against it. If the shirt meant he was underdressed taking it off would probably be even worse.
”Is peacocking no longer a thing?” he asked now more concerned he as watching out of date programs meaning most of his information was once again out of date.
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The demi-god stood with purpose examining the scene as the one he had been trying to get a hold since he learned his name stood. He was gold in color and Hercules had a distinct memory of the bronzed colossuses. They could take a punch well. Hercules watched the other underlings near the table no doubt presiding over the fight to make sure they could dispatch of any hostages as needed. ”Such cowards.” he shook his head and then turned his attention back to Brazen.
They had a flamethrower, Hercules had an ally in Rex of the Inferno. Surely he could best some flames from a gun. Mortals. They often forget what gods and their allies were capable of. Hercules smiled at the challenge, ”I got tired of fighting your underlings! I was worried you ran off!” Hercules flexed his arms as he wound his bat once then dropped it allowing the club to drop with a heavy ‘clunk’ the weapon didn’t bounce under the power of gravity.
”Only once you promise to release them after I defeat you! I understand they are hostages, deplorable behavior.” Hercules shook his head in disappointment, ”I gave my word I would try and free them. I intend to do so.”
Brazen chuckled shaking his own hand, “Sure, you beat me and they are free to go. I’m a man of my word. I’ll have words with whoever you talked to though.” he laughed and then shook his fists shouted again, “You can’t beat me! Nobody can!”
This time Hercules laughed at his comment a booming laugh, one that echoed through the large room, ”Nobody!?! I knew a nobody! He would have handled you with ease!” Hercules mirrored with a similar pose then charged his tattoos starting to glow steady now that he was no longer bleeding and full of holes.
”I however am not nobody! You are fighting Hercules! God of Strength! You will be bested tonight!” Hercules closed the distance and dodged the first punch feeling the heat from his white glowing fist. No doubt the most troublesome thing about the fight. Other than the hostages.
Launching his massive club of a fist into the ribs of his opponent Hercules frowned when Brazen’s chest rang out and he hardly moved. “Oh? Not just big, strong too!” Hercules was about to retort but then caught the other fist to the side of his face sending him spiraling into a pile of scrap metal. “Too bad I’m stronger.”
His master was tired, he could feel the stress his powers were putting on the child's body. Hercules frowned to the one who ran away then looked down to the man who was cocking his shotgun again. Blood trickled down his torso and he felt his powers start to heal his body and deviate from his strength. The giant was still big enough to be imposing even without his strength fueling his movements. A club sized fist was brought around met the face of the shooter. The shooter staggered back and then tried to ram the butt of the gun into the demi-god.
Hercules laughed in response and caught the butt of the gun in the palm of his hand his sigils flickered slowing his healing and redirected the curse into his strength and crushed the gun in his hand and pulled it from the man who still wished to fight him. ”You’re done fighting. Go home to your loved ones. I’m only here for Brazen.” the shooter let go of the gun and thought for a moment then tried to attack Hercules with his fists.
”Very well.” he said no longer feeling bad about what he was about to do. The shooter was fighting with everything he had so Hercules would do the same. A backhand was all it took a nerfed backhand but it still had the desired effect. The brave shooter flew backwards and bounced off the ground twice before stopping. He tried to get up but collapsed.
With the doors now open Hercules decided that was his next location to search for Brazen. Hercules’s body returned to healing itself forcing several bullets from his body the pellets fell and bounced off the ground as he made his way to his club. This time he didn’t summon it. He got it the old fashioned way. He had to be smart about his use of power now. William was at home no doubt sleeping as Hercules continued to use his strength. ‘I only need a little more time. Apologies Master.’ he thought to his master.
Taking a few deep breaths Hercules forced his bravado, ”BRAZEN! I will not ask again! Come forward and challenge me!” he shouted puffing up his chest and strutting into the main area of the steel mill. His club placed on his shoulder now lighter than it was before due to the center being cored out from the last skirmish.
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Hercules frowned as three new figures approached, one with a crossbow and two with guns. Hercules frowned and flexed making himself appear larger than he was, hoisting the club behind him he slammed it on the ground in front of him. ”More underlings!?! Is this Brazen such a coward?” the red crossbow bolt that looked like a forth of July display pierced into his club then started to slowly penetrate it. Hercules frowned at the weapon, no doubt it could pierce him if it could pierce his weapon.
”Very well, I will show you all why I was the most feared god in my pantheon! You will remember the name Hercules!” the shotgun rung out again and his glowing form reflected most of the pellets one or two lodged themselves into his skin and remained there until his curse forced them out. Hercules threw his club at the three then charged after it his face no longer smiling but scowling at the thought of fighting armed men and women. They would pose little challenge.
The club flew towards the three with no signs of slowing down until the woman with the cross bow shot another bolt this time the bolt glowed white instead of the red seconds before, the bolt melted into his club as they seemed to pass over one another. Both projectiles continued to their perspective targets the three shooters dodged his club and Hercules had to stop his charge to duck out of the way before pushing off with his feet ignoring the burnt nerve endings on the top of his head where the bolt was the closest. It was clear that was the most dangerous weapon there.
”Club!” Hercules shouted and held up a hand as he charged the club reversing in midair before it crashed into anything. The woman with the crossbow stood up and took aim before having to abandon her shot to dodge the club only to come face to lower torso with the giant. Hercules placed a hand on the crossbow then slammed his fist shut snapping the string and the weapon.
”Brazen!” he shouted tossing the woman to the side and turning towards the man with the shotgun after he just let another shot to Hercules’s back this time more metallic beads lodged themselves into his skin this time deep enough to cause blood to flow.
”It’s just your job? So local law enforcement eh? I truly am lucky to be in such an era.” he said truthfully. Of all the times he had been summoned this was by far his favorite, so much action, so much to discover and so many worthy opponents to hone his abilities. Hercules was already planning on thanking his master again tonight with Pizza. He might make it three.
”Aye, posion.” he repeated releasing his hold on Rex of the Inferno’s arm. ”I’ve had worse before it seems hers was specialized in immobilizing her target. Luckily my body is that of a god. All I needed was a few moments to ‘catch my breath’. He said bragging and now flexing. The faint street lights reflected of his well off his oiled skin.
”HA HA! YES!” he added excited about what was to unfold but not excited by Rex of the Inferno’s response. He didn’t seem to be excited as the demi-god. His mound of muscles reacted by flexing a few times to try and inspire his attitude.
”I would have it no other way!” he said walking over to his club, the giant weapon was lifted casually as his hand was placed on it. Throwing it over his shoulder he walked to the front entrance and tried pushing with his lone hand. The door was locked. ”I’ve battled titans and gods, you think a locked door can stop me?!?” he shouted. Hercules sighed and then lifted his club and knocked once with it blowing the metal door off it’s hinges along with the metallic frame. The door bounced once then clattered to the wall.
”Doors.” he scoffed before inhaling, ”BRAZEN! SEND ALL OF THE UNDERLENINGS YOU CAN MUSTER THEY SHALL ALL FALL TO THE MIGHT OF HERCULES!” the club was thrown over his shoulder again, glad his master allowed him his mighty weapon in battle!
”When we see those imprisoned I’d like you to get them to safety Rex of the Inferno!” he requested of his ally knowing as a hero he would not leave Hercules to fight for alone.
The Prince of Power laughed in response releasing the woman who attacked him and rolling her off of him taking care not to roll her on her broken wing. ”No Rex of the Inferno. She is only in shock, I saw the pain in her eyes when my club shattered the bones in her wing.” he said truthfully. Pushing himself up and brushing off his shoulders he looked to his ally. ”I value mortals lives too much to take one so casually. Though I have done so in the past and no doubt will do it in the future there are usually other ways to subdue them than killing.” he continued.
Looking to Rex he walked over and leaned over so he was eye-level with the man, ”Are you injured? That was quite a display of power. I was touched you’d run into danger to help me. It’s a blessing I’m in an era with so many heroes!” he offered his hand again this time looking to clasp arms like he used to during his argonaut days. When he was just glad he had someone watching his back.
”I’m glad you could distract her long enough for me to heal and expel the poison from my body! Without seeing your pillar I might have taken a nap! HA ha ha!” he finished chuckling.
After a moment Hercules looked to the woman who let out a pained groan when her injured wing tried to move then he looked back to the steel mill. The smokestacks above them now producing a small glow no doubt they were producing the steel now. ”Now! Time for Brazen!” he punched his fist together and his runes and sigils glowed all of them shifting and altering on his skin. ”We shall end this tonight! Free those under his control and then celebrate!”
The demi-god blinked slowly, his arms started to feel like Jell-O a recently discovered delectable snack his master showed him. They wobbled on his body as he staggered again. He could hear laughing, no doubt at his expense. He would have laughed too. A god. Being poisoned? His own arrogance made him chuckle. Mutants and mystics could harm the gods that why he was once sent to wipe out an entire city of them even if he refused.
His tattoo’s flickered as his will to fight faded. He was tired, he could just rest. A nap sounded nice, he could rest up and return to the fight. Hercules’s eyes grew heavy along with his limbs. That was when he saw it. A pillar of fire and his ally ‘Rex of the Inferno’ stepped into play drawing the attention of his attacker. The one who poisoned him.
A smile formed and he spoke, more to himself as he shifted his powers from strength and durability to healing. ”Young master, apologies. I need your strength.”
Across the city his master felt a magical draw being siphoned from his body. ‘Big guy? Where are you?’ the younger teenager closed his eyes and focused grabbing onto the arms of his wheelchair doing his best to channel his magical power for the god he summoned. ‘You can use the club if you want! I still need your strength! You can lose!’ his tattoo’s flickered then started glow brighter as the power surged in him. ”I WON’T!” boomed the god of power answering his master.
”HA HA! WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE!!!!” he felt the power surge through him eliminating the traces of the poison. Apparently enough to drop the demigod once it entered the blood stream but now that he had even more power.... Hercules flexed and looked over to the pillar of fire shooting upwards. It wasn’t tall enough to engulf the flying golden woman but it was enough to distract her. If he had actually collapsed he would have been an easy target.
”Club to me!” Hercules raised his hand up feeling the power of magic leave him as he called to his weapon of choice a large club that he had been using since he was a boy. No other mortal or god could wield it with such efficiency as him. Centuries of practice told him when to jump and with his target distracted by the fires from the depths of Rex the Inferno’s soul she was an easy target.
Now in the air he watched as the woman shot a volley of golden feathers at the fire becoming obscured by the flames. ”You will regret that!” the woman turned shocked Hercules was still moving let alone within reach of her. How could he make it this high again? She made sure her feathers were laced with enough poison to knock out an elephant she had been storing it for weeks to increase the potency.
She flapped her wings evading Hercules’s grasp only to realize he wasn't’ trying to catch her. She turned and one of her wings caught the brunt edge of something large, she felt her bones in her wings shatter on impact. She was now in shock from the pain and her eyes went dark.
Gravity took over from there and the two of them along with his massive club fell to the earth. Hercules being the hero he was managed to grab the woman and shield her from the fall. His runes glowed on his chest as he cratered into the ground back first. His arms holding the winged warrior close so she would get any more damage to her.
”HA HA! YES! Show them!” Hercules shouted encouragement as Damien had a change of heart and left the god’s side with little much more than opening and closing his mouth. Other models followed and Hercules looked back to the woman before him who was now telling him he was hired. Hercules didn’t recall asking for a job but it was common to want to hire a god once they helped you so he wasn’t at all confused by the offer.
”Salary?” he asked confused with the word at first trying to recall what she meant by it. He knew the English language well but he always confused by all their double meanings. Salary was not one of those words. ”Payment. Yes.” he folded his arms, ”I’d have to check with my master. I know money is tight.” he said truthfully. Hospitals in this era were impossibly expensive and his current master was too young to work.
”I recalled we were to talk of channeling magic.” he said grabbing the nearest blanket or fabric that could cover his body he could find. He was starting to be aware of the looks the other models gave him. No doubt they were staring at his altering tapestry of the curse. While it didn’t bother him too much he also knew it was a distraction and they all had a job to do.
”I fear you may not be able to handle my salary. I not only would require money but time as well.” he said truthfully. ”For you see I am a full time Guardian as well!” he smirked and then offered his hand again, ”I will start with a name though. Yours ideally.”
”Very well?” Hercules scoffed she sounded more irritated being challenged by a god than anything. Hercules then started to laugh when she took to the air and hurled the golden daggers at him. The first one hit him with a pin prick enough to draw blood but as soon as Hercules felt the puncture the second one bounced off with a ‘ting’.
”Mortals! This is nothing compared to one of my saddest trials!” Hercules never took joy in killing monsters, or animals for that matter. He’d prefer if he didn’t have to however his charge was and has always been mortals. They needed his strength to protect them. ”If it is one or a flock! No flying creature is capable of besting me in combat!” he shouted and hurled himself into the air his tattoo’s drawing on his masters power to keep his skin from being punctured again.
Wishing he had his club Hercules flew directly towards his target after jumping taking the woman by surprise oblivious to the toxin she had coated on her ‘feathers’. His body was always slow to respond to poison and curses. Right before he could reach out her look of surprise changed as she simply flapped her wings and flew out of the way.
Hercules missing a grab felt the pull of gravity back on him as he started to fall. He wasn’t afraid of falling or landing for that matter what he was more afraid for was the mortals that were in danger due to this fight. He wanted Brazen, not a number two. ”Is your master a coward? Sending a woman to fight!” he landed with an impact hard enough to crater some concrete under him. Grabbing a broken chunk of asphalt he hurled it like a discus towards his enemy. It was small however with the force behind it she had to think quickly to dodge again.
”Is that the best you can do?” one of his knees gave way and he had to step to catch himself. His vision blurred for a moment. The giant mound of muscles then realized just like the birds her blades were poison.
Hercules didn’t fight girls at least that was what he told himself. He didn’t like to, however if a woman was capable of handling herself in battle it did make for an interesting fight. He fought Valkyries, goddesses, Amazons and mortals that were capable of great wills. This woman as she flexed her golden wings he was reminded of his time in Egypt. The way the wings sounded however made him recount his slaying of the Stymphalian birds. Those poor birds.
”So Brazen is busy.” he stated loudly sighing clearly disappointed in the situation. ”Very well,” he focused his attention from the steel mill to the woman before him. ”I’ve come to challenge your.... master?” he wasn’t sure if he was her master. Or boss. Or whatever. Titles in this era were a touchy subject and he did his best not to insult anyone unless they deserved it. The woman before him didn’t deserve it just yet.
”Very Well!” Hercules’s body glowed and he pointed at the woman whom he was now assuming was the man’s general, ”I will challenge you before Brazen then!” he stated his voice getting louder. ”I’m told Brazen is fond of kidnapping people and forcing their loved ones into doing misdeeds! I have come to put a stop to that! For I HERCULES CAN NO LONGER STAND IDLY BY!” he finished shouting so even if Brazen wasn’t right in front of him he’d at least hear his name.
It was a direct approach and if she refused Hercules was going to just go into the steel mill himself and find Brazen.
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While it would have been easier to carry the man there he didn’t. Hercules didn’t want to be rude, though to be carried by a god? Some would consider that an honor. The jog was a nice little warm-up for the fight to come and after words of encouragement for Rex to keep up the pace they made it.
Hercules didn’t sneak, he didn’t lurk and he didn’t hide. He was awful on steak-outs. He’d much rather eat them. ”With purpose!” Hercules said as he started left the shadows. ”I don’t know how you normally handle things but I find a direct approach often gets the best results.” he was too big to sneak around and he had little patience for it. Especially if the fight seemed like the only solution.
”Allow me to draw the attention of this Brazen and his goons! I have the utmost confidence that you are capable of freeing the hostages Rex of the Inferno!” Hercules flexed and the sigils and ruins started to glow some more. ”While I’m not allowed to fight at my full ability yet I feel this will turn out in our favor. Maybe we can encourage the troubled mutants to reevaluate their decisions to do evil!”
”Now watch! As I demonstrate an ancient tradition passed down from the heroes of old. From the times of gods and monsters!” Hercules stepped forward into direct view of the steel mill. Strutting confidently to the main entrance. Hercules inhaled flexing his muscles as he did so, ”BRAZEN!!!!!!!! I’ve come to challenge you!!!!!!!” he lowered his hands after the call and then looked back to the shadows where Rex of the Inferno was and gave him a thumbs up. It was the most direct method and Hercules was always direct!
Hercules suddenly remembered why he wanted to meet Daimen in the first place. The resemblance to his brother Hermes was astounding. He put that aside for now though for he had a mission. Fighting the urge to pick the man up and squeeze him in a bear hug the demi-god strode forward and stopped before him to study him. Similar facial features and frame and the air of arrogance was around him. Hercules never liked that about his brother. He liked it even less on a mortal. For if everyone had an attitude like that Hercules wouldn’t have any interest in mortals. It sometimes made him question everything he stood for.
”Oh?” he asked looking to the source of the comment then over to the woman who never introduced herself. The one who knew magic. ”What’s wrong with the clothing? Is it the fabric?” he looked at the article of clothing and held his hands up to it touching it gently. It felt soft and not scratchy.
The god of strength had seen shows about the runway before in fact the whole concept of models being famous for something other than the work of art they inspired was astounding to him. No one credited him to David, or any other of the sculptures or paintings about him. He was more inspired by the art themselves. ”Or is it the fact that it was inspired of thousands of years of traditional clothing by a recently rediscovered city of Atlantis?” he asked finding the clothing familiar to his time there before it vanished.
”No, that’s not it...” he looked back to the model in question and stood tall staring him down, ”It’s ‘off brand’ because you’re posture is incorrect!” two massive hands reached down to the model one on the shoulders and one on the lower back. Despite his ability to break down doors and headbutt concrete into gravel Hercules’s massive hands could be very gentle. He adjusted the man, who resembled his brother and then looked back to the dress in question.
”A brand!?! A model such as yourself doesn’t have a brand, ‘you’ make the brand with confidence and grace. You are after all selling the product no?” he asked putting both hands on the man’s shoulders. ”You were hired to do a job. Even if it’s something you might not like. If you are getting paid for it you must convince others it is something you care about. I know it’s a competitive field. It’s easier to get work in the future if you are kind and compassionate! If not, there are others who are dying to take your spot! Show them why you were picked for this position.” Hercules stared into Damien’s eyes for a few moments then let go of the man.
”Now, how are you feeling about the clothing now? I personally think you can pull it off! Do you doubt my ability to see things?” his muscles flexed and his body started to look oiled up. It was more intimidating the closer he was to someone. ”I can always help you find work if this position isn’t for you.” while he would have preferred to deal with an actual meltdown this too tested an aspect of his abilities he had trouble with, his patience.
”5th and maple.... steel mill.” Hercules looked to the nearest street sign and frowned. He was still getting used to the grid system that New York was comprised of. Simpler was not always smarter in his opinion. It had a feeling of ‘lead pipes’ to him but did they listen to him back then? No. Gold was too expensive and malleable. All things to him were too malleable.
His attention snapped back to Rex of the Inferno and he nodded his head enthusiastically, ”Maybe they will present more of a challenge to us!” he flexed his tattoos glowing now giving his body an oil slicked look again. Hercules’s laughter boomed out across the street alerting all to the joy he was feeling. ”With one hand? Allow me to demonstrate the power of the gods!” Walking over and grabbing the nearest parking meter he hefted it out of the ground with little effort.
Returning to the one that was still under Rex’s lock Hercules wrapped the parking meter around him. Just tight enough where he couldn’t flail his arms. Surely the police could undo his ‘handcuffs’. ”You have my word I will stop this Brazen, Mortals! As long as I have your word you will stop nonsense such as this! No more crime! Or the next time we meet it will not be a pleasant for either of us!”
The demi-god looked as the officers arrived then back to Rex. ”They will handle things from here, you lead the way!” he didn’t say because he didn’t know where the location was. If he wanted to he could launch himself into the air and find what looked like a steel mill but figured it would be easier to rely on someone else from this era. In truth Hercules didn’t have many heroes still alive he could rely on. None that would be much help in a battle.
”We must move with purpose and quickly, I promised them I would help their families and my word is my bond!” he walked in the opposite direction of the news crew police and spectators. He had business to attend to in a steel mill now. The time for an ‘interview’ was not now.
The demi-god lowered his hand after the other hero made no motion to take it. What was it with mortal’s being so rude. Everyone used to introduced themselves to everyone back when he was first started out engaging in heroism. It was all in a good handshake you could tell what kind of person you were fighting alongside when they threatened to break your hand with a firm shake. Hercules decided it was time he started bringing that back. Just not now.
”No! Thank you! Here I was thinking this era was out of heroes! What with all the villainy! Rex. Rex of the Inferno.” he committed the name and power to memory. The son of Zeus clapped his hands together,(it was loud but he wasn’t attempting a sonic boom this time) ”I had the task in hand though. If only they were more of a challenge.”
Hercules puffed out his chest and put his hands on his hips as stood over the pair one in an arm lock. A good one. Maybe Rex of the Inferno engaged in sparring? Giving him a once over Hercules’s smile faded. He was a little scrawny though. Hardley a challenge for an immortal such as he.
”I’m told with cooperation things could be easier on you.” he had been watching a lot of crime scene dramas lately and they never lied from what he could tell. Walking over and lifting the villain ready to talk Hercules righted him and brushed off a little mud that had accumulated on his shoulder.
”Brazen.” he repeated more for himself. ”Little honor is to be had by threatening ones family. Tell me where may I find this Brazen? We may be able to protect your loved ones by taking the initiative and stopping him before any harm is done. Even though I can not release you from the crime you committed I may give you piece of mind at least!” his tattoo’s glowed when his fist came together.
The woman froze as Hercules demanded to be brought before the meltdown, for some this would an intimidating task but for Hercules “God of strength” this would just be another trial. Maybe if he laid down his life to stop the meltdown he’d get a new ‘chapter’ on his body. Surely a Nuclear explosion would be easy to spot on his person. He was ready to prove himself yet again!
The woman with whom he was conversing with accepted the help. Hercules flexed, ”Yes! Another chance to prove myself.... what?” it was a meltdown. Why was someone in a dress a concern right now? ”So not a Nuclear Meltdown....” his glowing toned down and beaming smile faded. ”Hmmmm a less daunting task it seems.”
Hercules followed curious if she had any good inputs on channeling magic. Maybe it be possible for Hercules to draw less from William or none at all. He was a growing boy after all he needed all the energy he could get. ”I excel at games! I’m sure I can help him prepare!” the demigod punched his fists in his enthusiasm.
Thankfully there was no one on the other side of the door, when Hercules entered he ripped the door off the hinges his body gleaming under the power of his curse. ”I’m here for Damien! Tell me which one is he!” the door was set down when Hercules realized there was a lot of people in the room. Otherwise he would have thrown it. The demi-god already forgot the man in question looked like his brother.