Suffering a sudden attack, yet the likelihood of it being related to an encounter with the starry sky was slim.
After all, from the War God's reaction to Heracles' strength, it was clear he had no idea who he had encountered.
For a moment, if not for the fact that they hadn't yet come to blows, the Great Hero even thought that he had already rescued the Centaur Chiron, hence Ares was now in pursuit.
But the reality was that he hadn't even entered the city gates... although that no longer mattered.
Confronting the Bronze short sword wrapped in an ancient bronze-colored airflow, Heracles advanced head-on.
Pulling Pegasus in reverse, his fists wrapped in the invulnerable Lion Skin, the Great Hero grasped the long sword that was slashed at him.
Veins bulged instantaneously on triple arms, as Ares and he, using the Bronze Sword forged by Hephaestus as the medium, engaged in the most primitive struggle upon this land near Mount Olympus.
