Bab 450: Slippery Eel

Achilles tumbled to a stop amidst the rubble, his head ringing from the force of Heracles' punch. Blood trickled from his nose, but he quickly wiped it away, steeling himself for the next assault. His mind raced, calculating his chances against the overwhelming brute force of Heracles.

He sprang to his feet, scanning the ruined hallway for anything he could use to his advantage. He saw the remnants of a metal clothes-hanging stand and quickly grabbed it, twirling it in his hands to test its weight. It wasn't a spear, but it would have to do.

"What? You found a weapon? Don't mind if I get one, do you?" Heracles noticed a broken steel bar with a chunk of concrete on it that looked like a hammer. He grabbed the steel bar and swung it like a hammer.