The battlefield shook under the force of Heracles' assault. His bulging muscles contracted with monstrous tension as he swung his colossal mace, the weapon howling through the air like a wrathful tempest. He brought it crashing down in wide arcs, striking at the two desolate-level beasts that circled him: the Bestet Tiger and the majestic Thunder eagle.
Neither beast gained the upper hand. Heracles roared and lunged, his boot slamming into the tiger's ribs with a seismic thud. The mighty feline was hurled across the arena, crashing into a pillar of stone with an echoing yowl. Without pause, the warrior spun and hammered his mace downward onto the Thunder eagle, pinning it to the ground in a burst of lightning and dust.
He raised the weapon again, ready to finish the job—until a blur of fire streaked in.
