Prompt: "hmmm, then Caenis and Leonidas trying to out macho each other with Heracles as the judge?" — greg, answered by Aberron
The location was set. A stone altar that seemed prestigious enough for the occasion. Two bare elbows slammed into the stone, and the eyes of Heracles looked down upon the momentous occasion. "Any last words between you two?"
"No spectral summons can help you." The once-member of the Argo demanded.
"Use your monstrous strength. Hold nothing back." The spartan also demanded. "I would win and defeat you as a man."
"I refuse to use my gift of Poseidon upon you, for such."
Heracles looked down upon both as their hands curled around one another. "Begin!"
The spartan was immediately driven back, his wrist the only thing not touching the stone. He grit his teeth, a wild grin on his face. "Driven to the wall immediately! You fool!"
Over the course of thirty seconds, the fist of the argonaut rose inch by painstaking inch. "You cannot break me! No man can break me!"
"Even when my stamina runs dry, my spirit fights on with twice the strength!" The spartan bellowed, as Caenis' fist finally touched down.
"Winner!" Heracles declared, as both heroes rose with fire in their eyes.
"That's just the first round." Caenis grinned. "Gay Chicken." She declared with finality.
The spartan seemed concerned. "I don't believe that wise."
"Do you doubt your manhood so much that you won't accept the challenge?!"
He looked Caenis up and down once. "I only doubt yours."
Her eyes flashed a burning red. "Put. Your. Elbow. Down." She said, eyes glowing with power. "I will destroy you!"
"I never refuse a tyrant's tantrum." The spartan answered, slamming his elbow into the stone. "I will survive."
Heracles only sighed.