Kratos and Hercules stood facing each other, both warriors ready to do battle. "I've killed gods before, Hercules. Do you really think you can defeat me?" Kratos taunted. Hercules simply laughed. "I am not like any god you have faced before, Kratos. My strength is absolute and my durability is boundless. Your blades will do nothing against me." Kratos smirked. "We'll see about that." The two charged at each other, their fists clashing in a powerful collision. Kratos swung his Blades of Chaos while Hercules countered with his T-Rex bone wristbands. The sound of their attacks echoed throughout the arena. "You fight well, Kratos," Hercules grunted as they continued their battle. "You're not any god I haven't defeated before," Kratos retorted, narrowly dodging Hercules's sword. But as the battle raged on, Kratos began to realize that Hercules was unlike any opponent he had ever faced. He struck with the force of a thousand suns, and no matter how hard Kratos tried, he could not land a decisive blow. Hercules saw the doubt in Kratos's eyes and used it to his advantage, throwing a powerful punch that sent Kratos flying across the arena. As he struggled to get back up, Hercules stood over him, triumphant. "I always knew I was destined for greatness," Hercules declared, sheathing his sword. "No one can match my strength and power." Kratos grunted as he slowly stood up, holding his wounds. "You may have won this battle, Hercules, but the war is far from over." Hercules simply shrugged. "I look forward to our next encounter. Until then, be well, Kratos." And with that, he disappeared into thin air, leaving Kratos alone in the arena, nursing his wounds and plotting his revenge.