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Hercules	Malt Shop, Soda Joints, Dens of young and impressionable deviants, the word harkens unto a 'simpler' time of the Americas. A time where T-shirts were something you wore under your clothes, cigarettes were encouraged by doctors, and various other things that seem backwards and silly now. This is where we find-                                      HERCULES                                                                     PRINCE OF POWER                                   Sitting outside the shop and enjoying one frosty, creamy beverage from a waxen paper cup. Hercules beams DIRECTLY into a cellphone camera, fists raised, one presenting a hardy thumbs up while the other gingerly grasps the cup, shop logo on full display while the Lion of Olympus mugs for the camera. With a tell-tale click, Herc's expression softens as he regards the camera person. "Hey, thank you Mr. 'Ules. This aughta help us out a lot!" exclaims one of the soda jerks... who was actually quite nice! "That's-" Hercules begins only to relent the point... Maybe in 100 more years he will be Herc Ules. "My pleasure, thank you once more! I've not had such a tastey shake in decades!" he enthused warmly as the impressionable yout set back to their task.
Michael Hannigan	It's either been a long day, long week, or long month. Either way you pick it pretty much sums up the general mood centering around one Michael Hannigan. But after so much grump and anger, something's got to let loose. So- Mike's changing up the routine and taking a walk to a malt shop that he's heard about in passing but never once had the time to check out. So dressed down in the cheaper garments that separate him from the stage persona of Nick Drago, the pony tailed man approaches the business. Hands shoved into his worn jeans and the scar on his lower right forearm uncovered by the short sleeved tee. A pair of sunglasses finishes the attire which could be blamed upon the summer sun. Catching a glimpse of a camera being out, the musician stops his approach, watching the scene before him. When the camera's put away, he continues his approach forward, giving a nod of greeting to Hercules.
Cain Marko	It's a great day for a soda and a shake! The people are out and about. The sidewalks full of colorful denizens and the streets and parking spaces full of cars, trucks and other various assortments of methods of transportation. The citizens are happy and care free..and Cain Marko has come among them... The arrival of the red headed behemoth is something like...watching godzilla slowly cresting into view from the surface of an ocean as he rises up the steps of a nearby subway entrance with slow deliberate steps and a lumbering sway to his gargantuan physique that gives the impression of a sequoia leaning from side to side. Needless to say he's something of a visual spectacle, so massive is he and so wide eyed the mildly terrifies crowd of people around him are as they end up scurrying away like skittish sheep and quietly pray that the behemoth doesn't trip or fall as he reaches the surface eventually. For his part, Cain doesn't seem to perturbed or bothered by the reaction caused by his simple presence. It comes with the territory after all as even at his most restrained, at present, he's still the avatar of a magical whatsit-dimensional-thingie. He'd probably miss these reactions of they weren't around. And so as he swivels his head like a moving tank turret, to survey the area from behind tinted shades...imagine his surprise to find a calm in the eye of the storm he's causing in the form of the Prince of Power, across the way at said malt shop. The Avengers presence granting a sense of peace to those nearby. "Hmm...."
Gabby Kinney	It was Summer in New York! For one young lady it was her last Summer under the ripe old age of eighteen. While Gabby wasn't intending on changing how she acted much at all, she did feel like celebrating as much as she could while the weather was nice. That meant icecream, and lots of good food all over, and trying out several new 'looks' with various wardrobe peices she'd picked up while out shopping with Inez. RGone was the usual random Kaiju Cat or Robot Unicorn t-shirt to be replaced by a simple short tank showing off her belly button (YES she has one suck it you clone freaks), shorts, and over it all a very colorful, cheery lucky-cat adorned haori jacket. While flipflops would certainly finish the outfit off properly she's opted instead for some fancier sandals that strap around her ankle just to ensure they don't fall off if she has to run for some reason. (She did a lot of running.) Short though she may be she has a great range of vision as she approaches the shop that was all over Instagram currently. It's not Mike she spots first, though she does recognize him. Or even Hercules. It's the rather Earth-shaking stomping approach of-- "Cain!" Gabby's arm shoots up to wave toward the mercenary behemoth with a bright grin offered as she jogs to catch up to him. "Oh sweet I won't have to get icecream alone, how have you been?"
Hercules	While Hercules wonders what the ages will have in store for him, he catches the deft nod of acknowledgement from Mr. Hannigan. His lips pursed around the flexi-straw of his chosen beverage, the hero of hero's eyes light up. His hand lifts and gives an excited wave. No recognition sparks in his eyes. The God is just... generally happy to see people. Then, there came a shiver, it pulsed up his spine, electric and mildly thrilling. With every footfall from Marko, he felt the thick, creamy treat in his hand shiver. Yes, this is impossible and improbable but it happened never the less. Each step bringing a ripple as surely as if it were a glass of water sitting upon a dash with a strummed bass-cord beneath it. Slowly, Hercules turned, the lights of a city at night shining in his eyes as he set them upon the absolute mass of Cainathan Markovish. He was smitten, his jaw going slightly slack. It was as if he were Everest and Hercules... was Mallory. The god gravitated towards the Avatar, sandeled feet treading away from his lovely little table and chair. Gabby swept into his attention, a vision of, adorability. Hercules smiled, beaming. Teeth, white and so many of them. Joy, warmth and a sense of eagerness causing his steps to lengthen and the space between himself and Cain to shrink
Michael Hannigan	If Mike was expecting Hercules to recognize him, he doesn't let on. But the change of expression does throw him off slightly. Then again, Hercules is known to be of the jovial variety so he should not be surprised too much. The approach of Cain is not unnoticed. How could it be with the general vibrato of the pavement below? Hercules turning simply causes for Mike to have more reason to see what caused for the hero to move. Eyes setting upon the other two, a faint sense of recognition forms for Cain while more of one forms for Gabby. Well obviously Gabby. When he's sure Gabby is looking in his general direction, he smiles, giving her a small wave as well.
Cain Marko	Whether it is avatars of primordial magical principalities, legendary gods of the ancient world of myth and legend or the travellers of dreams and the secrets they hold.. Gabby sure knows how to rope 'em in, doesn't she! For his part, Cain's ornery king kong visage cracks slightly and the mildest of smiles starts to tug at his features. Cyttorak resists! Cyttorak will not be made to be happy by offers of ice cream and...and...oh nevermind. "..Gabby. What're the odds. I guess if I ever need t'find you..I just gotta have an ice cream shop to carry around.." he rumbles. Cyttorak's urges just sort of sigh and give up and Cain ends up offering..well..it's a lopsided smile. he's gotta maintain -some- rep after all. The sudden approach of Hercules, however, may prove to be all that's needed for that otherside of him to begin to rear back up once more though. Cain's attention is pulled towards the approaching Aevenger and the lopsided smile offered to Gabby becomes more like....a smiling great white shark as Hercules draws near. A strange sort of mix of terrifying and charming to other onlookers no doubt as his eyes widen behind his shades and his massive jaw sets into the brickish grin. Michael gets a full view of that expression as well as other onlookers who shrink away from the behemtoh and the approaching deity. Cain says nothing though, simply waiting for Hercules to get closer and then he finally rumbles a simple: "...Hello."
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney catches up to Cain with a little jog. It was needed given he was quite taller than her, but she was used to it as well. It wasn't the first time she'd gone walking with someone way, way taller than her. The grin is accepted easily as she falls into pace beside him giving him enough room that he could still move away easily if needed. "I do like ice cream, but who doesn't? It's ICE CREAM." Her hands lift to gesture as if the motions alone could express the enormity of awesomeness that was icecream. She's not unaware of the rise of the other tall fellow that starts their way though she didn't immediately recognize him. Really, she hadn't paid attention to the roster of Avengers in quite awhile past the well known ones if only because she hadn't met many Avengers. Usually she tended to work in the shadier areas for her heroing. None the less, she grins up toward him offering him a friendly, "Hi!" After Cain gavels out his own greeting. And leaning to the side, she waves toward Mike too. "Hey Mike! See this place is famous, all the cool people are already here." Then, without skipping a beat, she looks from Cain to Hercules and back again. That little stirring of... SOMETHING magical... She was getting used to that feeling. "Soooo. Brawl or arm wrestling? I want to know if I can grab an icecream first," she explains matter-of-fact.
Hercules	Hercules, champion of man, hero of heros, God of Might... is not -currently- an Avenger. Perhaps he was once one, standing shoulder to shoulder with Earth's Mightiest, but now he doesn't quite have that fancy ID card that doesn't seem quite as impressive now with the arrival of smart phones. But I Digress. Leather soled sandals tread quietly across the pavement. His chin dips, hungry eyes peering into the mirrored surface of Cain's aviators from beneath those bushy brows. In the mirrored lenses of the aforementioned glasses, he sees his favorite person. Lifting his cup to his lips, Hercules lips pout around the straw and with a mighty pull, he drains it to the utter dredges, all while peering into where, by his best estimate, he thinks Cain's eyes are. The cup lowers and Hercules-... Pauses. A glance to this side, a glance to that side. He holds up a polite finger, asking for a moment before he jogs to a trash can and deposits his waste. Hercules is a hero, he does not litter! Trotting back into place, he runs a hand slightly along his sash and then brushes his hair back from his features before again going into that deliberately paced walk, skirt swishing merrily around his thighs. They stopped, Hercules lifted his chin, craning his neck upwards. Cain spoke and Hercules could already feel his jaw aching. His toes curled into the soles of his sandals even as he braced his hands on his hips, making a show of himself. His lips parted, he drew breath. It would have been ridiculous. Gabby preserves a measure of his image. His attention shifts to her, brows lofting... and he honestly gives it a thought. Looking here, looking there, he could already see it all... in rubble. It gave him a moment of pause. There came a nod of acknowledgement and then a proffered hand to Cain, "Arm Wrestle?" he eagerly requested.
Michael Hannigan	Mike, oddly, may not be as sensitive to magic as others he's encountered recently. But even he can tell there's something going on between Cain and Hercules. And while the sharky smile might be a deterrent for those behind him. It's that visual energy between the two that has Mike step towards Gabby in a less than straight path. He lets the two big boys have their room making an arcing path over. The movement in the sun's light does have the added consequence of a slight fleck of shine coming from Mike's cheek. Not moving. But there. As he gets closer it has the added distinction of having a green tint to the reflective surface. "Hey Gabby." Mike greets.
Cain Marko	Cain mentally freezes. Internally: Oh my god, Gabby. You don't just go immediately giving away that I might be a match for this guy! Cain's eyebrow twitches slightly as she just sort of just goes -right- into it. His smile becomes strained as his mind works, attempting to figure out a way to spin this before too many questions are asked. In armor, Cain's physique and vastness are even more pronounced. Ie: He's bigger and between that and the fact that he wears a helm and a skullcap he can kinda parade around as just a -reaalllly- huge guy. Meta? Mutant? Probably. The ground was sort of doing its thing when he wasn't bothering to be more restrained and cautious..but..he was hoping to use that to..make a show of it. "Gabby.." he begins, eventually ..only for Hercules to just be all in and eager at that. This, somewhat catches him off guard and he blinks abit, uncertain on if Hercules knows more then he's letting on..or if he's just making assumptions and expecting to come out looking good regardless..due to, well, being Hercules. After all, it'd make for a pretty impressive series of social media posts to see Hercules easily overwhelming a monster Cain's size. "Huh." he finally rumbles, deliberately taking a second to think it over. "I mean.... Alright, alright sure. If friggen -Hercules- asks for an arm wrestle.. I can't very well say no, right?" At this point his gaze flickers towards Michael. His eyes are hidden so his expression seems more neutral despite his mild smirk but if there is -any- capacity to sense magic whatsoever.. Cain's probably pinging like a geiger counter at ground zero.
Gabby Kinney	"Wait, what?" Gabby is actually caught up short. It's obvious, too, as she both mentally and physically grinds to a halt where she stands next to Mike who had approached her. Those blue eyes glaze over a moment as her mind works rolling over all that was said and seen in the last few moments. Her hand lifts to *point* at Hercules while she leans in closer to Cain to hiss-whisper in a very easy to overhear voice. "Hang on that's HERCULES?" It wasn't as if Gabby was letting out that Cain could be a match against a demi-god, after all. It was just pure innocence as she didn't know better. "Shoot. Sorry, Cain. Uh. Ice cream is my treat?" She offers out sheepishly while letting her gaze swing to Mike with a helpless shrug. WOOPS? Though she does consider the pair a moment longer. "Guess I shouldn't say I'll arm wrestler the winner then. I mean, it'd be fun, but short lived."
Hercules	"Hah HAH!" It is a joyful cry, a crow of victory. Not in that his triumph was assured but moreso because informed consent had been recieved. Hercules beamed in an almost literal sense, the god seeming to shine in ways that were just a bit more than a good tan and healthy skin but less than actual luminescence. He was excited and warm, a buzzed uncle at a nephew's ball game. Raucous, enthused, and cheering for EVERYONE. In his joy, he clapped Cain on the arm, as that is much more easily reached than the Juggernaut's shoulders seeing as how Hercules lacked a step-ladder. "Thank you my friend, you honor me!" "Come, come!" he welcomed them, stepping aside and sweeping his arm as if to usher them into the heart of his home and hospitality! "We will find a stage befitting one of your stature but first you will have your repast!" he bade both Gabby and Cain onwards from where their confrontation began. Perhaps to abuzz with himself, he missed Ms, Kinney's revelation. If he hadn't, he'd heard it all before, whispered with every motion from joy to terror and the less complimentary things in between!
Michael Hannigan	As Gabby asks Cain for confirmation to Hercules's identity. the musician gives a nod, not vocalizing it because- Well she asked Cain. And honestly he's not talking over a guy who could punt him further than he did the imp in that one hell dimension. Not that one. The other one. No th- It was ONE of them okay?! Either way. Mike doesn't want to play the role of the imp in this play. The musician's head turns, giving another flicker of shine as the light hits the small square upon the cheek. "Good choice." He agrees with the declaration to refrain. So...These two guys are about to compete in a show of strength and they're- Hmm. Maybe he should go ahead and get his shake now before this stuff goes down. Taking advantage of the general anonimity Mike's enjoying right now, he heads inside.
Cain Marko	"You didn't know?" asks Cain of Gabby, blinking in surprise and then, after some consideration, not looking surprised anymore. He then nods his head and smirks mildly, "Yeah, Gabby. You just signed me up for a contest with Hercules. Nice." It's friendly ribbing though and ....Cain doesn't actually look concerned as much as thoughtful, considering ways to spin doctor the situation so to speak. "Don't worry about it." he finally assures her as he watches Hercules strut away back towards the Malt Shop. "..I guess you aint never really seen what I can do if I feel like it and stop bein' lazy.." His voice lowers a little bit at that and his smirk becomes more menacing albiet not directed -at- Gabby as much as showing that more sinister side that lurks beneath it all. "..Look it up one day..." he suggests before turning to follow after Hercules, "'Ey, eh Herc. No worries. Let's just do the deed! I got my own social media sites that would love to see this! You got me all invested now. I don't need a malt. They can get one and enjoy the show!"
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney fist-pumps into the air with both hands giving a little jump up onto her toes in a clear sign of victory! Or at least excitement that things are going smoothly, and ice cream was still to be had. "Sweet! Yeah I want like two milk shakes and a banana split! No wait that'll take too long to eat. Three milk shakes! They're portable." Her enthusiasm sobers a bit when Cain points out just what she'd done, and she tucks her arms back to her sides meekly. Much as she ever could look meek. "Yeah, sorry. My treat on ice cream though, I promised!" She points out. Then looking back to Mike she tips her head to the side. "Come on, help me load up on treats. I've got money to spend. I so want to see this."
Hercules	Hercules began to prattle as he turned, seemingly to lead the way of their three person procession. He loved to boast more than anything and this included boasting about others. He was going on about their cows when Cain called him back to reality. He stops in his step and half turns, "Ho?" he wonders monosylabicly. When the confirmation is given, his warm contenence becomes a thing of driven glee, "Very well!" he accepts, hands clapping together hard enough to set off a nearby car alarm. It blares for a moment before being silenced by an on-looker with the press of a fob. The 'Bleep-boop' sounds almost apologetic. The Glee of Hercules cools as he looks around. What could serve, what would dare, what would survive?! "One moment." Hercules bade before stepping back and bringing up his own phone from a pouch upon his belt. He asked a favor, firm but thankful. Before he could even give his final farewell, a box truck rounded the corner. 'Haph Astus' Metalworks claimed the branding. The porters unloaded a thing of crude, heavy metal onto the middle of the street and left it there. Odd and asymmetrical The platforms at uneven heights... Someone had to account for a difference in wingspan, Herc's being measured in feet and Cains in yards. "Now my friend!" Hercules boomed at last as he strolled into the stymied traffic and claimed his position. I ask of you again, the honor of this contest."
Cain Marko	"Huh." This has gone from a 'Gabby what did you possibly get me into' to a 'Gabby..what did you get me into?!' moment. It was the truck that did it, really. That sold the fact that he may have just crossed over into a strange zone of which there is possibly no return. His own bravado remains on display but there is a little bit of skepticism now. Is..-is- this a possible trick and trap?? "...You're pretty eager for this!" he finally exclaims while walking forward towards Hercules slowly and eyeing the provided platform and then Hercules himself. "What is it you know that I don't know, ol'Hercules?" he asks as he stands before the god, feet pounding to a rumbling stop that sends a final set of ripples filtering out from the two titans current position. "I'm not gonna get in trouble if..anything breaks? Right?" he questions, peering at the god. He then reaches up and finally removes his shades, revealing those ice blue eyes with mischief dancing in their depths and further within..something else. Ominous and distant but something he cannot hide from those with the will and willingness to gaze long enough into those depths. His returning smile doesn't ease that either. "I'm just, you know, a regular salary guy.." he lies. He then pantomines the act of doing a bear hug a few times as if loosening up. Each pump of his arms seems to almost inflate his physique even more. His muscles straining gargantually, beginning to rip the tee shirt he wears. The visage of Godzilla straining against his expanding pectorals which bunch up visibly and then relax. Biceps that look able to cast shadows over the nearby cars enlarging under his light flex. A final boom rumbles as he drops down and sets his elbow upon platform. "...I can't afford it if something gets busted!"
Hercules	"Indeed friend! Hercules enthuses, taking a moment to eye the craftsmenship. It was solid, a single piece of metal. Scrutiny could discover what looked like large finger marks or handprints in it... Still faintly warm to the touch. "Worry not, Dear Friend. I am a God of Might, not trickery and bedevilment. As such, Might must be tested at it's every turn. Otherwise, it is simply... might." he opines, hands motioning and gesturing as he spoke. At the end, there was this rise and fall of his shoulders to emphasize his little pun. Cain offers another question, Hercules smiles. "I wouldn't worry about it." emphasis hanging slightly heavier upon the I. The glasses come down and, oh. There is something more there. Something more than just a fait of genetics or science. His eyes widen in time with his smile. Goose flesh rises on his arms. Might must be tested. Might Must be Tested. The Strength of the Juggernaut begins to better manifest in the flesh and Hercules almost drools. He laughs, heady and boisterous. The joy or reaching the apex of a hill and peering down the other side moments before gravity propelled you down along the slope. The god firmed his footing and rotated his arms at the shoulder, limbering the muscles. "And I am but a goat herd." Not a lie, but it is something far earlier on his resume. He placed his hand into Cain's palm like a son fitting it into the grip of his father. His grip firmed and he anchored himself to the structure with his other hand before he offered a simple singal of, "Go!"
Cain Marko	If only th onlookers could see past the curtain and really understand what they're about to witness. Perhaps Hercules -does- understand what he's facing. A sort of godly sense and awareness despite Cain's half-baked efforts to hide his identity and connection.. to keep his position as the Exemplar of Physical Power hidden. Hercules -is- the God of Strength after all. How could he not know? But if there was any doubt..he learns now. For when the command to begin is issued forth, Cain's arm doesn't budge but neither does the arm of the Prince of Power. Instead a sudden shockwave of force ripples out and down through the earth. THe metal sustains it but the ground rumbles slightly, onlookers stumbling and tripping. Cain doesn't seek to overwhelm at first but simply match the output of Hercules, assuming Hercules begins the match by going easy on the giant under the slight chance he's not able to safely engage here. But Cain's arm remains in position, muscles swelling larger and his grin creeping bigger. His eyes gleam now, a hint of crimson energy in their depths as he taunts. Even daring to look away for a second to examine his other hand and clench it a fist, pumping that bicep up like a boulder. "What's wrong Herc. Thought you said go?" Another earthquake rumbles. Seismic pressure building as Cain looks back, still grinning but being forced to pay attention now. "Oh yeah.. -there- it is... Not bad!"
Hercules	Hercules rarely finds an equal. In the Odinson there is a measure of give. Banner's alter ego gives him pause. This however, this is different. Like testing Mjolnir. Gently a first, firmly. He would not wish to injure a man who is simply strong. Then comes the effort, the furrowing of his brow, the steeling of his jaw. A drawn breath and then a sound of effort. His muscles bunch, arm, shoulder, chest... and then the neck as Effort is applied. "I confess and confide, I had not... hoped to find... such a match!" he admits. The bravado is tempered but not extinguished. He had more to give and so too did Marko. On lookers start to move away, caution and concern overcoming curiosity. Even cameras draw back. People seek shelter in doorways, away from glass. Yes, there's something more there. More than he bargained for but not unwelcome. Sweat starts to bead on olympian flesh and Hercules puts more of his shoulder into it, working the Might that had turned him into not just a God... but an Adjective! Lips pulled back from his teeth and he drew deeper and deeper from a fathomless well... but still, slowly, he lost ground.R Their stage began to groan, solid metal creaking, balking. Indentations pushed into the flesh of the metal but it held. It held even as the street beneath it began to crumble and crack!
Cain Marko	"Whoa.. Man..you aint kidding! That's strong!" It's not often that Cain Marko cheerfully makes a sound of acknowledgement of the power of another. Usually such circumstances involve taking a solid hit from one of those other luminaries of pure unrivaled might. A blow from a furious Hulk. THe power of the Odinson unleashed. More recently..strikes from the Last Son of Krypton or the visitor from another world, the solar power Hyperion. These have cussed The Juggernaut to blink and rub his jaw in surprise. And now..another keeps up with him. His flesh bulks up more, sinew piling onto sinew as the visible power of the Juggernaut manifests yet moreso..tattered his tee shirt, straining his jeans. He refuses to summon his armor however but...frankly it's potentially too late anyway. Anything going onto social media would reveal the power of the massive red headed goliath that seems to be pushing Hercules arm down, down, down. As the effort continues..the ground compresses inward in the formation of a sudden sinkhole from the pressure of the two titans. Were it not for the metal casing things would be far worse but as it is the shockwave sends people tumbling and alarms resounding up and down the streets. Cain merely continues grinning, staring at Hercules as his pressure continues to build. An irresistible force. "C'mon Herc. Gimme more!" he taunts, managing to huff that out despite his own strain. His inhuman physique straining, the muscles of his own neck standing out like the neck of one of those crazy looking roided out bull's neck or ox.
Hercules	The very heavens did not rest upon the shoulders of Hercules as heavily as the Might of the juggernaut. Centimeter by trembling centimeter, inches by inches, hercules resisted. He mustered his might and found it matched. Stronger, stronger. The strength needed to hold apart tectonic plates. The power to pull them together. The muscle demanded in towing an entire island to and from where it once called home. He put it into his arm and every time he discovered that he would Need More. Cain became more and more a thing of raw power and Hercules delved deeper and deeper to meet it... No, that was wrong, wasn't it. He couldn't just match him. Hercules must Best him. As the horizon rose and vanished past the lip of their sinking arena, Hercules answered Cain's demands with a bellow. Sweat coursed down muscle and Hercules just seemed to shine all the more for it. Muscles, tendons and veins stood in sharp relief beneath his skin as he halted the descent. An inch from the bedrock of Cain's victory and Hercules denied it. He strained, twisting his feet into the pulverized ground, battering their freshly forged stage with enough might to crack the earth in two as if it were something to be split rather than shared by such creatures. The incandescence glow was just beneath his skin. Hercules held. Hercules reclaimed. Each step was matched, every measured equaled... but then bettered. There came another surge of effort. The weight of the God of Might's effort pressed into the earth and it yielded beneath his foot, crumbling. There came a bark of shock and dismay. His hand touched the metal of the alter of their power. Hercules, Scion of Olympus had lost!
Cain Marko	YES! Cyttorak's power boiled and bellowed within Cain. THIS IS WHAT IS NEEDED. The roar of the most destructive aspect of Cyttorak screamed into the behemoths heart. DO YOU WANT MORE? It asked. YOU DO MORE! KEEP GOING! CRUSH HIS ARM--- Cain huffed. HIs eyes wide and his monstorus chest rising and falling as he took great bestial sounding gasps of breath from the raging conflict within and hte lengths of steady exertion he was forced to summon here to best the Prince of Power in his own arena. The fury within him was wrestling with his spirit. Wracking with him to take advantage of this moment and tell the world Cyttorak's name through Juggernaut's actions. That's what his job is..right? HIs hand spasms on Hercules own, threatening to begin squeezing violently but an instant before he attempts this violence. No. This isn't what I want. "N...that.." he rumbles. "That was..that was great!" He releases Hercules hand and swiftly draws back, forcing himself to calm down. Making his power submit to himself. He won. He proved his 'point' and he's not Cyttorak's slave. He calls his own shots and right now...now he wants to simply gloat and be happy. Simple man. Simple needs. "I didn't even get a work out like that with Hulk!" He looks around, as if noticing the damage they just caused for the first time and then whistles, "Oh boy. Time to go.."
Hercules	His arm, his Arm! By every god he can name, it -Smarts-. Hercules was left propping himself up on the alter by the elbow of his other arm. Pulling his feet up and onto slightly more solid land, he managed a tired but genuine laugh! Sweat drips down his features and with a backwards toss of his head, it would seem to shimmer in the air around him for just an instant! "Unparalleled!" he agreed with a haggard smile as he swept the sweat-slick hair back with his left hand. "Ah, so I find myself in good company!" he says, taking a moment to revel in his defeat. "Though between you and I-" he begins, leaning in conspiratorially only to be cut off by assorted sirens in the distance. "It's always been said that it is wise to not wear out one's welcome!" Hercules agreed/ Thankfully, it was just police and fire, the only casualty today would be the wounded pride of an Olympian!