Treacherous green mist continues to unfurl obscuring the landscape and combatants within. A lightning bolt flies from the mist spooling around Hercules before violently rebounding into and blackening a wall. Bodies fly in and out view as they dart through the wafting clouds of mist. Each brief potential sighting of an adversary growing more tantalizing than the last.
I tire of this. Allow me to bereave thine self of this contemptible mist!
Hercules loosens his core to extend to his arms in preparation for a titanic thunderclap.