"Hercules!"
The city resonated with cheers as tumultuous as avalanches and tsunamis. The civilians, soldiers, and heroes collectively applauded the legendary son of Zeus, who had accomplished great deeds.
"Charge ahead without worry; leave this to me!"
Laughing jovially, Hercules flexed his wrist, stepped forward, and drew the dark axe-sword strapped to his back, positioning himself in front of Antaeus, the leading giant.
Hearing this, Admetos's heart was greatly reassured. He promptly reformed his ranks and ordered his Divine Blood Guard to continue the charge with him.
If they could just break through the giants' formation, the driven magic beasts would fall into disarray and scatter in all directions.
Then, the frontline pressure on Thessaly would greatly diminish, and they would have an opportunity to catch their breath.
"Don't think of escaping, you insects!"