The Calm of Greece

*4*

There wasn't a moment that she didn't awe him...or worry about his well-being when she was fighting. She was deadly, that's for sure. He watched as she slammed the officers into the ground, barely blinking an eye at their efforts to stop her. Feriah was one he wasn't sure to be wonderous or afraid of her.

"Is there anything else you want to try?" she asked the men, walking around the damage she had created.

"Aren't women supposed to be dainty?" one uttered under his breath.

The back of her heel landed in the middle of his back, a pained yelp escaped him as she leaned over him, "I'm far from dainty."

Hercules stifled a laugh that built up in his throat. Oh, how he wanted her to meet the others and see what was before her, yet it was too soon and with it, she seemed more admit to finishing the task at hand. Moving from his spot, he ventured down towards the open gym as she spoke with all the men below.

"You all have no idea what you are getting into. These people have more methods of killing you than you all have in just sitting around." she proclaimed, "If I don't get you fools where you can defend your country, then what good are you to it?"

"You are approaching them wrong." Hercules stated.

Her green eyes sharpened at him, "How so?"

"You have to get them where it appeases them the most."

"And that would be, oh good King of Laziness?" she sneered at him, giving a sarcastic bow.

And there was her lazy hit for the third time that early week. Since meeting and pairing up with her, it had been quite religious from her to hear a lazy spat about himself, one that he soon was going to silence away if she kept it up. He straightened himself up as he stood before her, giving a knowing smile.

"What appeases most men?" he asked.

"Food, alcohol, sex-"

Hercules cut her off as he pressed his finger to her full lips, one he imagined his own on.

"Alright my Greek brothers, if we do not get where we need to be, these beasts that sit within our great land will not only crumble us but destroy what we love most. There will be no vineyards, no farmlands of tobacco, no familiar dishes to fill us or women to love us. There will be nothing but a barren land we once called our own. Now boys, do we want that?"

A set of cheers filled the air as they all began their training from Feriah, more determined than earlier. Hercules smiled at her, watching as she raised her brows and shook her head at them.

"True men you all are."

"Why do you say it like that?"

"As they say, a way to the man is through his stomach, once you fill that appetite you can get him elsewhere. Of course, that elsewhere is mostly back where he was first born from." she snickered, "Spent nine months within it and the rest of your lives doing whatever you can to get back in it."

"That is not all of us?"

Feriah whipped around to meet eye to eye, "Alright then, your number of lovers?"

Well, she hit hard and low. Not that Hercules wouldn't tell her the truth, he knew she didn't know the dreams and meanings behind them or that he was a nation. Yet even he was smart enough to never, as some would say, kiss and tell. But he wasn't going to let her go so easily.

"If memory serves me well, it's about ten or so, giving my rogueish years."

"More than one sloppy seconds that most women don't want to deal with." she sauntered off.