Second class, english, Hercules was not fond of his regular classes, most of them seemed to contain lessons that were less than necessary, but helped in their own way. His teacher was nice at least, of course that was just the first impression, later in the year he could reveal his true nature around his students. Though Herc wasn't worried about it. The class dragged on, reviewing last years lessons and going over the plan for the rest of the year. There were a few books listed that he was interested in and some he already read. His first period taking place in the library would definitely give him a head start for this class.

Hercules scanned through the large pamphlet laid before him for this class, flipping through the pages slowly, his head resting on his hand propped up by his elbow on the desk. He sighed, bored of the teacher and students already. He flipped another page watching fall, it halted in midair, time had stopped. His eyes lit up with excitement, English was not a favorite of his so he was glad something he was used to happened. He stood up slowly trying not to disturb the silence around him. Carefully finding his way out of the classroom and into the hall, he jumped into a dead sprint, following his instincts to the rifts location, running past a freshman class he once had before.

As fast as his body was swinging he activated his armor, his body started to glow brighter and brighter into a golden aura. Before long the sound of his jeans rubbing was replaced with the loud clanking of his armor. With the golden protection came his powers of the Godsent, his speed increased and his sense of direction and instincts sharpened. Within short time he found his way approaching the large set of doors leaving the front of the school, through the door windows he could see the rift in the distance. With a smirk on his face, hidden by the visor on his helmet, he grabbed the large shield off his back and drew his sword from its sheathe. Bashing through the doors with a loud crash and sliding on his boots past a women whilst bringing his sword down on a demon that seemed too close for comfort for the archer.

Hercules turned his head to face the girl, "Demons kinda get on your nerves huh?" he said with a cheerful tone and an excitement for action. He returned his attention to the coming waves, charging ahead to aggro the swarm away from the archer, with him in the front lines he knew she would have his back. His body moved quick and effortless, a single swing sending the pests flying back towards the rift. Though with demons at his back he continued to direct his shield opposite of his sword, countering with both in circular dance among the horde. The numbers continued to climb, like they were never going to stop spawning. Killing one brought back two, but not fighting at all would leave the school in danger. Though easy to kill they had strength in numbers. Hercules was beginning to feel overwhelmed, even with the help of the archer in the back. He took his sword and swung wide in a circle, giving him a second of clearance. During this short time he raised his shield and slammed it into the ground, a golden flash and shockwave was sent around him, throwing the demons back forming a crater beneath him resulting in a small earthquake to the nearby area.