"I AM HERCULES! THE SON OF ZEUS! THE CHAMPION OF OLYMPUS! NO MERE MORTAL CAN SLAY ME- ARRGH!" Hercules yelled in a fit of rage as his only remaining limb was swiftly ripped off from his body.
Now he was a demigod only in name and nothing more. He couldn't even move on his own, let alone fight against someone. But even after doing this, it wasn't enough for Arnold. He wanted to teach all of the gods a lesson. A lesson to not mess with him or his planet. But if they still decided to invade earth, either way, he would be coming after them the next time, and the aftermath of their battle wouldn't be a pretty sight. At least for the gods.
"I... am... Hercules... Son of Zeus..." Hercules kept mumbling mindlessly. He had too much blood but Arnold made sure that he wouldn't die of blood loss, even if it was a thing among the gods. He wanted Hercules to cry in misery, thus after Arnold was done dissecting his limbs, he immediately sealed the wounds using lava.