Another god. From a different pantheon. The Son of Odin, their Skyfather. My...I suppose you could say, counterpart.

[Shaking his head, Herc rumbles a faint laugh.]

And we've fought many a time. The playing field between us is even enough, and I suppose if battle were joined it would be best if we...occupied...one another. Immortal hands were not meant to be stained with the blood of mortals, despite what some of my kin believe.