[12:51:21] Potential was perhaps sighted in the youth that darted to meet with Eutan’s ferocious figure, his depravity knew no boundaries-- yet there wasn’t a limit set on Hercules either. The Spear was thrust with explosive speed, jabbing repeatedly as it sought to spill blood. Weaving his head, Eutan managed to dodge the tip of his spear, and a few attacks of his own were delivered. Stars shone before him, as a gather of cosmic energy struck into his abdomen. Vomit was forced out of his system, Hercules retching as he buckled over from the strike-- was that it? No he wouldn’t let a single attack render him immobile, let alone decide his destiny.

The Tip of his metal spear was struck into the ground as Hercules used it as support to hoist himself up. Once standing he turned to face Eutan who was obviously growing quite conceited, perhaps underestimating the power of the little one. Clever tricks were bound to happen sooner or later, and Hercules knew a handful of them. His elbow reeled back causing the force of a wind to pull back towards him, Eutan was forced to concede to that power, faltering as he was knocked in Hercules’ direction. From there he clenched a fist, yet used his free hand to channel particles of water. All of the minor elemental particles were webbed together into an elongated hose that’d see it self spin around a branch. As Hercules lifted himself up from the ground using the whip, he’d swing around Eutan like a monkey, circling the male. Once aligned on the course towards his rear, he’d boost his speed, accelerating by the power of propelling winds. They allow him to swing towards Eutan’s back, from where an attack of his own made impact. A lightning sphere branded the back of the occultist’s cloak in a burn mark, as he was set sailing in the air.

Both of them had conceded one attack, yet neither would surrender. Injured and exhausted past their limits, only one attack remained for each. Hercules’ grip upon the whip that was hooked onto a branch was released, as he stood on his two feet-- ground level. From there he’d start running, sparks of lightning allowing him a velocity past the human average. He chose to rely on his new found ability, ice. Mist rose from the ground, as it caused him to flicker in the sunlight, disappearing from Eutan’s vision but shortly before he reappeared. It was quite spooky, and Eutan would soon see him stand in front of him, a blast of dark projectiles saw his mirage evaporate, yet the original stood behind Eutan.

The Occultist didn’t fall as others had before him, instead Eutan spiraled around to meet his spear with a metal clad gauntlet, burning with corrupt energy. Shock waves were released as the sparks meet with the darkness, mingling and soon imploding-- an explosion that pelted each of their bodies. Hercules was flung in the separate direction of Eutan, and he’d soon tumble, the threads of rage weaved around him extinguished. Eutan may have been in the same position as him, perhaps a consequence of underestimating a youth.
(Hercules)

[13:24:38] Lying upon the ground, it was quite clear that something earlier occurred. What happened, who won? All these questions were in line to be answered, and light would soon return. Nothing more than a hazy sight allowed Hercules to see the area they fought upon, minor craters dug after their footsteps. He smirked, quite content with his own strength yet the hungry, Occultist he charged still stood-- so could he. Fatigue seemed to bite his muscles as they tried their luck at carrying Hercules on his feet. It took great time, and greater strength for the process. What baffled him the most was the fact that he still had the ability to breath. Neither of them had died during the battle, which meant that both were dealt the same amount of damage. Different from Eutan, Hercules didn’t have the ability to regenerate and so here merely stood there, dazed, injured and bleeding.

“...Darn.” The Youth muttered under his breath, cursing in his dictionary as he lost the fight.

Pupils darted for the road away from Eutan and Hercules would soon see himself leave. The Adult managed to incite Hercules’ violent behaviour previously, that taunt made him interesting enough. A Man for another day though, as he currently was in a critical state more than less.

“...Revenge.” He spoke softly, quite intent on visiting Eutan again-- was he really that intriguing? Perhaps, and Hercules would soon see himself return. His background was after all interesting, and how he as Hercules sought to end life. Perhaps a trick could be learned, yet now survival was prioritized and to live, he had to escape in his book.
(Hercules)

[14:04:19] Lying upon the soft grass, he'd allow his mind to slip as his gaze was taunted by the many clouds flocking the sky. Each ball of fluff would form into a familiar face, lime green hair strands formed like a longer mane. Eyes piercing, and always the same, wide grin lit up by sparkling white teeth-- Citali. Best friends that were separated for a goal he never sought. Lust had torn them apart, yet he'd see them reunite one day, but that time he'd stand as an equal-- strength comparable to his friend.

"...Strength." The Mere word had him recalling an occultist that passed by his hut recently. He was draped in a dark cloak, and a orchid like armor adorned his cuirass. As minutes passed, it seemed as if Hercules was alone in the dark forest yet he'd see a man on his heels. He was being followed, the ruffling sound of grass still rushed after him. Hercules swiftly scuttled for a tree, hiding behind the trunk as his head curved in to see who was behind him-- a bandit.

" Where did the kid go?!" He shouted, a little annoyed by his sudden disappearence. Yet his worry lasted but a second, an arrow soon pierced the wind as it skewered a head, cracking through the bandit's cranium as it allowed his head to be flushed in a crimson red. Blood leaked, and Hercules would soon pass to retrieve his arrow, a breath of relief was released as his gaze scanned the corpse. No more men seemed to be in the vicinity, or so he thought but he would be proven wrong once more.

From the shadows, a rather large figure emerged. This time Hercules would faintly recognize him as the occultist he earlier fought. Alerted by his depraved presence, Hercules would rather swiftly aim to grip the pole of his spear as he awaited the course Eutan would take. What would he do?
(Hercules)

[14:29:55] The Loud beating of Hercules' heart could be noted, it boomed within his chest hinting towards anxiety. Eutan had surely incited a strange behaviour out of Hercules as his gaze crossed the male's figure, the dark energy that flickered on his finger was enough to scare the pigment from his face. Growing pale, he'd almost lose all will to battle, yet something kept him tied to engage. An unnatural force perhaps swayed the adolescent to strive towards defeating the male, Eutan.

"...Back...again. Adult...vengence." He spoke, stuttering almost as his incomplete sentences slipped his lips. Perhaps it was rage that made him sound as he did, unable to finish due to the fact that wrath welled up within. Memories from the past suddenly surfaced, forcing Hercules to remember the day when his sister passed-- to relive that day again, in battle.

Fingers strapped tightly around the wooden pole upon his back, as it was hauled over Hercules shoulder. It later came to point towards Eutan, aggressive as always he'd see himself take the initiative. Toes pedaled back forcing Hercules to charge forth, a cloud of dust covering his trail while he advanced.

Pebbles rose from the ground simultaneously, shards pointed towards Eutan before each were released and shot towards the male, razor sharp projectiles that aimed to see him injured enough.
(Hercules)

[14:53:48] Lightning sparked from the heavens as a thunder soon fell, roaring as it carved a path towards Hercules' spear. It made impact upon the tip of his spears, tendrils of a light blue hue curving around the blade, enhancing it.

"Remember my name when you're defeated, Hercules!" He bellowed before his senses were removed by a curse that caused blood to boil within. His face was flushed in a bright red, blood vassals bulging outwards by his temple. Rage swallowed him within its claws, causing a crimson red aura to ripe, shrouding his figure in its web. He was no longer sane.
(Hercules)

[15:44:09] Clashes sparked from the clashes that occurred between Hercules' glaive and the iron shield conjured out of darkness protecting Eutan. It was similar to a unbreakable barrier, far more empowered than his earlier abilities. Strange, it seemed as if they fought just yesterday, perhaps Eutan was more prepared to take on a child of his calibre this day. Hercules couldn't see himself giving up nonetheless, and a barrage of strikes continued to sweep in. Hacking and swiping hClashes sparked from the clashes that occurred between Hercules' blade and the iron shield conjured out of darkness protecting Eutan. It was similar to a unbreakable barrier, far more empowered than his earlier abilities. Strange, it seemed as if they fought just yesterday, perhaps Eutan was more prepared to take on a child of his calibre this day. Hercules couldn't see himself giving up nonetheless, and a barrage of strikes continued to sweep in. Hacking and swiping he hoped to see a crack break the exterior, yet not a detail was noted.

"...W-what?!" He muttered, slightly alerted by the sudden increase of power, yet Hercules had an unseen potential to him as well.

Lightning cracked and sizzled in the grace of their battle, it was the prelude to an intense attack. He hoped to see it break through Eutan's defense, yet such a dream faded far from reality. Sparks were assembled and formed into a sphere, it pulsated almost but of course Eutan wouldn't allow him to just charge.

Projectiles, spheres of darkness rained down upon him, showering Hercules in a bright red from the blood that was spilled. He'd see his limbs painted in blue and purple in bruises. It hurt a lot, yet Hercules longed after the end of the tunnel. He kept running, no matter how faint it was. Finally-- the attack had been charged, and was ready for use. Ignoring all attacks, Hercules pressed forward and would soon thrust an arm out, gripped around a sphere of lightning. It pelted Eutan's shield, all that to see his own attack deflected.

Feet lifted from the ground as Hercules sailed a greater distance, soon sinking to burrow a hole in the dirt. He plowed through soil, and soon lied unconscious in a pool of his own blood.

" W-what is this madness?! " He wondered, yet not a wit remained to answer his plead. Lids would soon sink, as the youth fell unconscious only to see his body twisted around ropes. He was literally being kidnapped by the master occultist.
(Hercules)

[06:15:24] Where am I? Eyes snapped open as Hercules found himself in a dark room, weak lights were filtered through a cold window. Illuminating the path ahead of Hercules, it lead towards a grand hall. He remembered the same house from before, his orphanage. Following the large, dusty red carpet he'd run a hand along the wall as he continued down the path. It was silent, yet he could still hear a faint drumming becoming clearer and clearer as he advanced.

Crieks from the door before him soon whispered a summary of what occurred behind that door, loud shouts and the breaking of glass joining in symphony with another. Hercules could but wonder who it was that had the guts to stand against the parents, none he knew of would be that stupid.

Opening the door he'd soon reveal a vision that tormented him day in and out, his sister. She was on her knees, and a jar was soon slammed into her scalp, breaking upon impact. Blood flashed before him, as a shower of the crimson substance sprayed from the girl's head.

"No-! SISTER!" He shouted, a hand reaching outwards and that was when he woke up. His hand was still facing the ceiling, and prisoners around him laughed at the sight.

"Hah, what a dumb kid..." They spoke, and Hercules could but concurr, he should have been faster-- it should have been his death. Sweat was wiped from his forehead, lips twisting in for a grin as he saw his current location-- a dungeon cell. Their room was enclosed, and small, Hercules shared it with adults and the guards would soon see the mistake in it.
(Hercules)

[06:27:21] No memory allowed him to know where he was, or who put him there-- a loss was indeed present. Hercules swiftly allowed his neck to twist from the right to the left as he watched every adult, sitting next to him as if it were nothing.

"Filth.." He spoke, and attention was clearly taunted as angered men stood to reclaim their honor. Consecutive punches were sent in a flurry, dodged by evasive movements that allowed the youth to circle their figures. From there he delivered a strike to the back of their head, rendering them immobile before a kick set them sprawling.

Hercules was by no chance invincible, but he could endure a lot. Clenched knuckles found a target on Hercules' nose, and he'd soon stagger back from the punch. Regaining balance as he was knocked back towards the wall, from there he'd lash out angrier than previously. His head weaved in and slammed against the adult's head, and with him falling that was the last of them.

Those outside clearly heard the clashes, and the fights that Hercules underwent and thus rushed to see a kid standing as the winner. Impossible, it was probably a joke. They'd soon open the cage, and Hercules would prepare to charge them as well.
(Hercules)

[06:46:59] Sparks showered Hercules as a weapon caught off the guards was used to retaliate. Metal grid against another metal blade, a ringing released as their clashes erupted. His lifted above his head, soon thundered down to slam a guard into the ground that had buckled before his blow. One down, his gaze carried him towards another guard-- or well more of a well dressed bandit. His foot tapped into the ground as Hercules lunged off with a thrust, the bandit evaded by fine use of footwork. His sword was about to decapitate the youth, but perhaps he had failed to notice that they were outside of the cell currently.

"Magical Arts: Embodiment." The Youth spoke, and what grip the bandit earlier had would only serve to injure him. Electricity sparkled about Hercules as the bandit was forced on his knees, to beg for his life yet the youth saw no further interest in it. The Next male was already on his heels, a bandit whose sword darted with lightning precision. Hercules dodged to avoid a blade skewering his cranium, his knees lending him the aid he needed to drop down. From that position he uprooted, sending a spear swinging up. It hacked into the bandit's chin, leaving a scar and an immobilized enemy.

"..." Hercules looked at them with contempt, yet his childish nature promoted him to continue. Wherever he was, Hercules had to escape no matter what. He dragged himself towards the stairs from where he'd quickly climb up towards a larger hall, perhaps more enemies would stand in his way. Alas he found himself fortunate, having escaped the horrible stench that earlier tormented him.
(Hercules)

[07:05:45] To see battalions of bandits joining together for a join cause was rather not predicted by Hercules, instead he was baffled to see the might they proved against him. Nonetheless, he wouldn't twist his tail and run but to stand against them was the more interesting bet. Grinning he'd aim to reach the pole upon his back, it soon spun in circles above his head as he prepared a stance-- the motion was more of a taunt.

"It's just a kid!" It sounded as if they said, yet the men would soon meet their ender. Hercules wasn't especially happy neither, waking up in a dark hole never aimed to please him. Tendrils of a crimson shade rose from his figure as they embraced him in a depraved, shroud of malicious intent. Those present shrunk and it looked as if Hercules only grew bigger by the second. His presence was scary, and to stand fighting against him perhaps they weren't so fortunate.

With a single swing of his spear, a larger part of the forces were decimated. It ripped through their abdomen, splitting the men in two parts as they bathed in their own blood-- twisted around their guts. Hercules glared at the pathetic militia before him, swordsmen soon finding a better opponent in a kid. They soon realised, that their visage of Hercules had to be changed if the bandits were to have a chance.

The Majority of them decided to gang up on him, countless of attacks simultaneously threatened to spill his blood yet that was what he expected. Shards of ice ripped through the ground as a cold mist was allowed to rise. Some of the bandits were skewered by the sharp, natural disaster yet those so fortunate to live had another thing coming. Thunder roared from Hercules, as lightning expelled from his figure lashing out at those nearby. Soon, not a single guard or bandit remained-- only a pile of burnt or frozen corpses.
(Hercules)

[07:21:07] What now? Hercules had little against dragons, and it looked like a fledgling as well-- an orphan. He viewed it with less than range, and more of pity for the poor creature.

"So they got ya too huh..." He spoke, yet it seemed as if the dragon had little of a dialogue to exchange between them. After all, he was not a drakanite and neither someone too lovable by beasts. A Hand ran along the strands in his hair, as he watched the dragon in its rampage. It stood before the gates he wished to pass, and someone had to tumble this foe-- Hercules. Its rage had been invoked, yet Wrath was something Hercules was very well connected to.

A Battle cry accompanied Hercules' charge as he lead his weapon to be brought down upon a dragon. It swung wildly in the air, attempting to see it pierced through a vital organ-- anything that'd break past the scales. Hercules' knees bent down, as his form was lowered. Through that stance he pulled his spear in the arch of a bow, aiming to see the dragon's feet attacked. They were small, and such a large creature could do little to avoid.

Successful, the dragon crumbled down allowing Hercules to take a second of the advantage in piercing an eye. It had gone half blind, but this wasn't done without injuries. Instead a claw lashed out, talons ripping through his chest as his figure was slammed meters away. A Sonic boom erupted in his trail as he crashed into a wall further away, yet Hercules managed to stand again. This time more angered than previously.

"Dragon...." He spoke, coughing blood from the damage of the earlier impact.
(Hercules)

[07:41:36] The Dragon proved to be quite the opponent, well matched with Hercules' strength. This time he wasn't guilted by the actions of the dragons' capturers, instead he saw a mere enemy in it. Expelled from his body was a thick, miasmic mist that drove like tendrils towards the dragon, soon covering its wide feet. Hercules walked within it, and as the dragon already had poor sight it would perhaps be harder to locate him. He, himself could navigate without problem, finding patterns to circle the dragon with.

"You won't just lose an eye this time..." Brows arched down after his claim, as Hercules charged forth to meet with the dragon. The Sound of his steps alerted its senses, and he'd soon find an enemy facing his strength head on. Hercules meet it with velocity it didn't have, it empowered what strength he'd use in his momentum. The Dragon had overwhelming power, and could easily swat Hercules away, but that would soon change.

Lightning struck down from the ceiling, enhancing his blade as it clashed against the dragons' talons. Sparks ran along the bone, and soon climbed up the dragon as it was entangled in a paralyzing web. Its power was reduced, as it felt numb and Hercules took that opportunity to end it. His blade quickly gained the upper hand and it'd soon carry him along with the momentum past the giant beast. His weapon drew a fine line along the middle of the fledgling, who'd fall apart into two, perfectly even pieces. A cut right down the middle, separated one eye from the other.

"Told you..." Hercules mentioned along with a smark, a shock wave released as the dragon tumbled down. He found it quite enjoyable, this little adventure and the path out of mormegil had opened.
(Hercules)

[15:01:55] Grains of sand are carried with what little wind present in the desert, howling as they pass his figure. Hercules marches rather slowly, lips dried from his departure that lasted forever. Where was he? In what direction was he going? He had the least of ideas, and without the information, neither a map nor a compass to guide him. Panting he'd soon fall down by the shadows of a cliff, as a bottle of water was latched out of his inner pocket.

It was quickly sucked on, as the liquid soothed Hercules' internals, allowing Hercules refreshments-- the energy needed to continue his travels. He looked back in the direction he came from, drops of blood soaked into the minor stones. A trail was left, a guiding path that'd take his pursuers straight towards him. Earlier guards, and even dragons from his earlier fight had drawn blood and injuries. The Extent of his injuries were unknown, yet he knew it was nothing lethal at the very least.

"Better get up..." His body stood but just as it did, a vision was granted. Sockets widened, and a depraved aura was soon sniffed out in his vicinity-- Eutan. The Man's cloak blew with what little breeze allowed, as a glare found itself etched upon Hercules' back. He'd swiftly spiral around, turning for the man at his heels.

"...You again."
(Hercules)

[15:23:15] A Prisoner had escaped, but he possessed qualities a dozen of them couldn't repay with blood. His name was Hercules, and that youth saw no worth in Mormegil. All his vision could digest were the people that filled it, adults and the worst of them. Occultists draped in robes, shrouded in a depraved aura and even mercenaries that killed without conscious. Hercules was similar, a mere child that had the ability to slay a dragon shall it stand in his path. He would feel nothing but pity, that fate brought it towards him.

Eutan was just another wall in Hercules' path, the man embraced by quite a powerful dark aura could hardly keep his loyalty. He was a mere enemy, to be dropped through the glaive on his back. Lightning cracked in his presence, sparks setting in motion in pursue of his blade. They'd carry on to entangle within the grasp of his spear, enhancing it with power- and rapid electricity.

"Great, now I don't have to find you for revenge." Hercules mentioned, lips twisting in for a smile. This time rage had yet to corrupt his mind, instead he spoke fluently different from their last fight where he acted more of a half wit. Grains of sand joined together, forming into a cloud of dust that'd soon move towards his body. From there it'd lay upon his exterior as a last defence, a barrier of some sort that'd act much like Eutan's shield.

Under his armor he'd allow himself to speak, a last claim before their battle erupted.

"Let's see who the hunter is..."
(Hercules)

[16:05:55] Sweat poured down Hercules' forehead as his arms were heaved forth, struggling to dent what shield the man possesed. He continued to circle around his figure, allowing consecutive showers of attacks to stream down one after the other. Each saw a crack set into play, yet his shield was too strong for a child of his calibre. He wasn't Anariel, and by Kraus was he any angel-- just a mere child that wanted vengence.

"..." His silence was exchanged for actions, shards of ice pelting Eutan's figure as they spoke. Lightning radiating from his body, soon scattering towards Eutan similar to tendrils that aimed to see his shield pulverized. Nothing came out of it per usual, instead Hercules saw himself grappled by death itself. A Reaper knocked on his door at his death bed, but it was worth it to some lengths -- a rebel to the end.

With one final attack, he hoped to see his resolve expressed and so Hercules charged forth, dropping his blade down to finally crack Eutan's shield. Though that merely unveiled more power, and depravity blasted against his physique, sending Hercules sprawling on his four a distance away.

He'd soon find Eutan but closer and closer, exhaling as he stood but a few inches away. Blood lust slipped the man, as his claws were close to ripping his head out-- a permanent injure for the deeds he did to annoy Eutan. The Mere action caused fear to ripe within Hercules, a trait he never imagined to see. Though barely unconscious, he could feel the presence through a dream-- a nightmare. Finally Eutan stopped his force, and the expelling lust for his death was quenched, though if he continued to resist death would surely be there to greet him.

With no intentions of speaking, the youth merely rose to stand next to Eutan. Following the mans' commands to an extent, he started by walking next to the man while he uttered threats.
(Hercules)

[16:30:40] Pride was hardly anything the poor orphan involved himself in, instead he rather saw the canteen as an opportunity to survive. That was everything for Hercules who had lived his life in a more torturing environment than anyone could possibly summon. It was made impossible due to the fact that it was where he lost his sister, perhaps someone had the ability to make him relive the dream. He shrugged, crouching down to grasp the canteen as he later moved it towards his lips.

Smooching on the bottle opening, he'd soon suck the contents out plenty-- enough to fill him up good and he wouldn't stop unless Eutan ripped it from his mouth. He'd rather allow him to batter his dead tired body, because as of now Hercules was in need of liquid more than his well being. He'd soon have emptied the canteen, if Eutan hadn't removed it before so. None of the courses of actions Eutan chose would have any direct effect on Hercules, as he would continue to follow the male towards Mormegil.

The Place was after all intriguing to some parts, prisoners such as him both child and animal within chains before the mighty mercenaries. Perhaps traded off for a good coin, a haven for mercenaries in any case. At least now he'd know where he was, and how to get there.
(Hercules)

[17:16:44] Travelling quite a bit, it took time until they finally managed to reach Mormegil. After climbing stairs, and entering a cold cavern he'd soon relive the vision he earlier saw. Men that wore black clothes, those who prayed to azrael instead of Kraus. They'd soon pass towards a long hall that would lead them to some kind of cermony, oddly enough it didn't seem as if they were going to a nurse. Hercules caressed the wounds from his earlier battles, spitting at them as he hoped they'd remain sealed.

"..." Still so silent, it was as if the youth was a mute. He'd watch Eutan step up to the altar, standing by a rather ebony black yokai further away.

"Hey..." He said, glancing at the rather weird corrupt beast, well he didn't have any friends and that thing was at least better than adults. His focus would then shift between the two, and also buggers in nose. Each were as important.
(Hercules)

[17:40:38] That sort of ceremony was perhaps meant for swaying Hercules, to direct him towards the evil path rather than the guided one with light and sparkles. It perhaps didn't go as Eutan planned, and while he sacrificed for the art of his mother, Hercules sat idly. Blood slipped his nose, as a finger dug into the buggers picking some out before they flung off in a random direction.

"....................." He was clearly bad at being immobile, as the youth liked to move around a lot -- excited most of the time. Hercules did little but peer towards the yokai by his side as the depraved energy pulsated further off by Eutan.

"...You're...horny." A burst of laughter echoed in the hall, as he realised the pun he recently said.
(Hercules)