[His strength is the gift of his mother's divine womb: before he even breathed his first, Zeus who bears the aegis knew that he was destined to be a man greater than his father, a man stronger than any warrior who then walked the earth. From the moment he first gripped the spear's haft as a boy he knew what to do as if by instinct, and it came effortlessly like water which flows in the current carved out for it. So went his life, favored as he was by the gods.
Even now as he grapples with McCree he feels little strain, forcing the man's forearm to bend as if a tree toppled by a river in flood, until he has pinned it to the stone which serves as their ring. By now he too has noticed the small crowd that has gathered to watch their contest: aglow with the competitive spirit in his breast, he is pleased to find familiar faces among the onlookers, particularly a beauty with locks of pink on whom he casts a somewhat sly grin. His attention returns soon enough to McCree.]
You are a most worthy opponent, but none could argue that I have bested you. Let us meet again in a second round!
[In his enthusiasm he has half taken over Riza's duty as host of the games, but he looks to her for her signal as he positions his arm once more.]
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Even now as he grapples with McCree he feels little strain, forcing the man's forearm to bend as if a tree toppled by a river in flood, until he has pinned it to the stone which serves as their ring. By now he too has noticed the small crowd that has gathered to watch their contest: aglow with the competitive spirit in his breast, he is pleased to find familiar faces among the onlookers, particularly a beauty with locks of pink on whom he casts a somewhat sly grin. His attention returns soon enough to McCree.]
You are a most worthy opponent, but none could argue that I have bested you. Let us meet again in a second round!
[In his enthusiasm he has half taken over Riza's duty as host of the games, but he looks to her for her signal as he positions his arm once more.]