Hercules was looking into the distance in a way which couldn’t be described. His face seemed to made of leather. His cape shone and when he looked at you it felt like the sun was engulfing you. The face of Hercules was unemotive, neither happy nor sad. His hair was raven black and long. He was astonishingly strong, his features were striking. His cloak was made out of a slaughtered lion’s skin, it was like a bullet proof vest. He was twice as powerful as any normal man. The people of Greece were frightened of Hercules because he always tells them that that they are no good, but his family thought that that he was as soft as a brush. Most of the Greek villagers thought he was just another one of those vicious fighters.