Hercules had a little bounce about his posture as he watched the others fight. He liked this team and he could tell the four of them were about to talk about means of creating a group. The team seemed to fit well to him, two to fight at range and two to fight in close quarters, with three of them being quick to kill and himself to take the brunt of the forces, the squad could dispatch just about any invasion. In fact he liked this team more compared to fighting with his parents, perhaps the four in due time could out perform the Hercules bloodline.

The fighting ended rather quickly, everyone pushing their abilities to see what they could truly do, the two new ones anyhow. The four of them kind of met the middle in a way, obviously wanting to know more about each other. With th clank of his armor and his helmet covering his face scanned everyone. The archer was thin, nimble, but quick with her draw. The hunter of sorts, the other male, short compared to Hercules, but built for his skills, another source of muscle. Then his attention landed on the viper, a petite young girl, probably freshman, wielding knives of all things, but she was fast and hard to catch. Hercules noticed, just as the archer did, that the young girl seemed rather frightened, more so directed at him. 

Hercules was quick to think, he often played with the younger kids in the elementary schools as a community service sort of thing. His "friendly to scared kids" instincts kicked in. He noticed her hands were rather gripped tight around her the grips of her knives. He acted fast throwing his sword behind while dropping his shield at his feet. His voice muffled by the metal of his helmet, "No no no no no, please don't be scared," he cursed at himself while glancing down at his armor, "Gold is suppose to be friendly, nice, protective." He grabbed the top of his helmet quickly and threw it behind him towards the sword. Revealing his rather sharp but gentle features with his fiery red hair. He didn't take a step forward knowing that puts them in a deeper state of fear. Being able have the armor as a gift and possession rather than something only used to fight demons he could turn it on or off at will. He quickly put away his golden suit, his metal armor along with his remains behind him vanished in a flash of reflective dust. As the armor dispersed he suddenly dropped to a sitting position crossing his legs. The girl now had the height advantage and could see clearly above him, this was stage one of bringing his threat level and intimadation factor lower. With a tilt of his head and a goofy smile on face he introduced himself, "I don't mean to scare ya, I'm Hercules," finishing off with his eyes closed for a second. This introduced him to the group but it was more directed to the young girl. He turned his attention back to archer that stated the groups status, "Yep, only friendly's here, your knives are cool too!" He said finishing off with a compliment like a cherry on top.