Owner Pose
Renee Bombas It's a normal day in the Bronx Bank. People are going to and fro on normal business. Making deposits, talking with tellers, and making appointments. Going through the security line is a tall woman wearing a -very- obvious trenchcoat. As she goes through the security scanner it flares up in a bright flash of red! Two police officers on guard approach her, one going, "Miss, we're going to have to ask you to come with us."
    The woman sneers, "Well, I'm gonna have to decline. I #$#!'ing hate pigs unless they're squealing!" She goes to raise a hand in the air, throwing off the trenchcoat and whipping it around, even as a hand goes forwards, an explosion going up from it to detonate in the air, sending the two officers flying.
    "This is a BLOW UP!" Renee Bombas, aka the Bomb Queen would cackle out!
Hercules     In a stuffy, sterile, temple to money is not where Mr. Panhellenios wanted wanted to be. Still, needs be what they are. For this reason, there was now a rather tall, burly man in a tweed jacket and a pair of lensless glasses, his curly hair neatly brushed. Sandal'd feet tap, tap, tapped impatiently as tellers took their time. Bank Work was high risk work so some understanding was required.

The heavy yoke of boredom was soon cast off with a welcome sight... A super powered villainess and terrible GREED.

A smile creased the big man's face as he idly loosed his necktie with a finger hooked into the knot. "Hold Villain! Allow your wicked valor to succumb to discretion and surrender now or face a drubbing at the hands of-" rending jacket and shirt to scraps and rags and laying naked his mighty breast, he bellowed his name, "

                                     HERCULES                                    
                                PRINCE OF POWER                                
Renee Bombas There's a twirl over from Renee Bombas, "Do yoU $##!'s really speak like that?" Her mouth spitting off obscenities, "And what are you, some kind of hero? Well, I got a reputation. Heroes don't last long where I'mf rom. Cuz I've killed them, tortured them, broken them, and made them humiliated at their last breath knowing that they were nothing and I played them to their doom. Always lovely to add one to the list."
    Bomb Queen would sneer, hands up and over and glowing with energy, building up as two large bombs would flicker in her hands.
Hercules     Crooked a brow, what was that strange sound? What magic could so befuddle his god tongue? This adversary was formidable indeed, and salty! His lips worked into a crooked, ready smile and a glint of Adventure twinkled in his eyes, he kind of liked her! She offered a minor bit of monologue and he did the polite thing and waited for her. Working one fist into the palm of his hand, the knuckles popped and cracked. He repeated the process, one hand into the other.

"Do You really speak like That?" he wondered, this counted as a clever retort for the Olympian, teeth glinting faintly as his smile broadened. "Mind you, I am not just any $##! but in fact, Hercules: Prince of-" there it was again, what sorcery?! "but I told you that already. Never the less, HAVE AT YOU!" while he prattled, he reached back towards the chain of velvet ropes that had formed the maze of the bank's queue. With that maze now empty because people know what to do when someone tries to rob a bank these days, Hercules snatched up a post and with a quick, deft spin, sent the entire thing hurtling towards her in a tangle of velvet and gilded aluminium!
Renee Bombas There was something about the CCA coming in to power here as the duo traded obscenities that would be blocked off over as the woman went to go ahead and lift up her hands over.. Right as the ropes would swing through the air, going to land over atop Renee and send her sprawling, otherwise knotted up in the cheap wraps! Her hands would glow, even over at her sides as they would release two huge plasma balls acclerating over at Hercules that would detonate in his general area like something out of a Michael Bay movie even as she would hit the ground and roll along, looking dazed and trying to struggle to free herself!
Hercules     In place of verbal barbs, Renee gifts Hercules with an audio, visual, and tactile treat in the form of EXPLOSIONS.

The shock and heat washed over Hercules, lifting him from his beflip-flopped feet and flinging him back against the blast-shutters that had come down to protect the financial institution's most valuable resource; it's money... and also the people that handled that money. The shutters held but buckled under the impact of the burly god who bounced off of the steel slats and fell to the ground, smouldering. His mortal raiments burned away into soot and ash, leaving him in only a pair of sporty, green trunks! "Hoo, a bit more potent than I might have liked..." he confessed as he shook his head to chase the stars from his eyes. Yet still, the Lion of Olympus rose to the wicked challenge of the Combustive Empress! "Had enough?!" he wondered aloud stalking back towards the entangled woman. "Yield now and you may yet make it through booking before dinner is served! I understand that their Jell-O is quite tastey!"
Renee Bombas Bomb Queen smirks, "I'm just getting started you,," The rest of her no doubt profanity laden insults go unheard as she goes to generate more bombs. These ones are just simply floating up in front of her; she probably doesn't need to use her hands from them. Preusming Hercules can't stun her before she launches them, they would blast over towarsd the advancing lion of Olympus with enough power if they struck to send him flying quite verily! Of course, they would be moving at the same speed as the previous ones so he might be aware of her now and to brace, block, or dodge..
Hercules     "I've known sailors with less salt on their lips!" he laughed as she loosed her ear-blistering barrage of vulgarity! He weathered her first volley or two naked. Toes curling into the linoleum flooring and cracking it as Hercules sured his footing, lifting his arms against the bombastic bombardment. Ripping a desk covered with deposit slips and brochures on home loans from it's moorings, Hercules used the up-rooted island as a bulwark against the harrying storm. The blasts quickly reduced the bit of furniture to splinter and kindling in Hercules' hands but by the time it was no more, it had served it's purpose and allowed the Scion of Zeus to close in with Ms. Bombas. He was still the picture of competative jocularity when he pulled back a fist that was likely just slightly smaller than her head and let it sweep around at Renee's jaw!
Renee Bombas Bomb Queen is an enhanced psychopath with extremely high end ability to generate detonative bombs and had enhanced physiology and resistance. What she does not have, however, is the remote level to take hits from someone in the Prince of Power's Strength Class. So when fist meets chin in classical manner, there's a snap of a POW given as her head would fly back, stars flying over her head and a very dazed expression over on her face as she would fall flat on the ground!
Hercules     Oh sweet mercy, he wouldn't be able to blame this one on Ares.

"Ha HAh!" bellowed Hercules! He was still grinning with that follow through. He watched her sail away and stretched a leg out, following after her as she sailed away. Ready for her to snap around into some kind of acrobatic landing. Half of villains nowadays were ninjas or ninja adjacent. It was a reasonable thought! But when she landed with all the grace and poise of a rubber chicken, he felt a moment of concern and paused mid-pursuit! Did he still have Ms. Walter's number written down somewhere? He might need it...

With concern and caution putting a bit of a squeeze on his immortal heart, Hercules gingerly approached the hopefully-not-corpse and knelt beside her, stooping down to take her by the shoulder and roll her over... Because you are absolutely supposed to move people that have possibly sustained neck and or spine injuries.
Renee Bombas There's only so much blunt force she can take. He's being careful, even as the stars above her head would continue to go along. Now they appear over to be a series of tweety birds if one could look directly over at it. "Ow.." She's starting to drool over then and would be slowly flipped over on her back, legs spread over and fully dazed. In no readiness to give up further resistance or to do anything that would cause further damage.