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Pit slowly worked his eyes open. He found himself in a strange gorge. It was completely grey, foggy, and rocky. He couldn't remember what had happened. All he remembered was that he was flying through Skyworld. Palutena was acting a little strange, because she was vowing vengeance against the humans. Something Pit never believed Palutena would do and he wouldn't have it. He flew as fast and forcefully as he could to break through the forcefield, and in what seemed like a split second, Pit saw black. "Where am I?" Pit asked. He darted toward the edge to see a gargantuous, purple dragon-like creature. "What the heck is that thing?" Pit asked himself. Then, he saw a buff man with red hair, a brown headband, and an orange plate of armor, who was in fierce combat with the beast. "Lady Palutena? Viridi? Hades?" Pit called out. No answer. No advice from Palutena, no nagging from Viridi, no torment from Hades. Pit was getting a bit lonely. "Answer me! Someone! Please say something!" Pit wailed. "I don't care who I end up talking to...I just want to be able to speak to someone. Heck, I don't even care if it's Hades laughing at me again. Wow...never thought I'd start to miss that." During the battle with the purple being, the man was eaten alive. The crowd gasped. Philoctetes was devastated. He's lost another warrior-in- training. Hades on the other hand was ecstatic. Now nothing would stand in his way of finally taking control of Olympus, and the universe. "That man's in trouble!!" cried Pit as he flew down to action. Pit split his bow into two semi-daggers and cut through the Hydra's head. The crowd started mumbling loudly. "Great, Pit." he mumbled to himself. "Might as well have just rescued a digested appetizer." Lo, and behold, Hercules staggered out of the Hydra's slit neck. "WHAT??" Hades cried out in great anger, his pale blue skin becoming a furious red, the blue flames on his scalp changing the same color and roaring like a hungry lion. "That puny, winged rat!! Is he another one of Daddy's little boys?" Hercules couldn't believe it himself, but his emotions were mutual with Hades. He wasn't yelling like Hades, but he grabbed Pit by the collar, slammed him into the rocky walls and gave him a very stern look. "That thing was mine." Hercules hissed. "I guess you must be grateful for me saving your skin from being devoured like a chicken dinner." Pit retorted. Herc's grimace got angrier as his grip on Pit's neck strengthened. Pit kicked Herc in the groin. He went down to his knees as Pit broke free. "Oh! Sorry....I was....aiming for the gut." chuckled Pit. He really was telling the truth, but Herc was even angrier than before. "Yeah! YEAH! Get 'em, Herc!" cried Hades. "Show angelboy who's boss!" Pit took a look at him. He looked different than the Hades he knew. He wasn't cracking jokes, or talking in a British accent, or rambling on about how souls taste like bacon. Also, his skin looked a pale blue color. "Wow, Hades." Pit said. "You don't look too good. Sore throat? The flu? Maybe you should get some --" Pit felt Herc's fist against his jaw, which felt like a speeding cannonball. Pit flew into the wall swiftly like a shooting star, and the impact was so great, the rocky wall of the gorge crumbled up. The Hydra had just grown two more heads and felt like a million bucks, but it was short-lived. He was crushed and buried in the avalanche of rocks that toppled on top of him. After lifting a big rock off himself, Pit ran at Hercules, firing arrows as he went. Herc knocked the arrows away, but one got him in the chest. It was powerful enough to push him backward, but he removed it from his chest and resumed charging. Pit put his bow into melÃ©e mode and the battle commenced. Hades sat back on his throne and was snacking on a basket of popcorn. "And the benches...are....emptied." Who will win in this Olympic fight to the finish?