Hercules vs Sergios: Panel 09

"Haa..." he sighed, running the back of his hand across his sweat-laced forehead.

Rest would have to wait, though.  There were still more crops to harvest.

Suddenly, a loud, angered voice bellowed from across the field!

"Who goes there?" Sergios spoke back.  Squinting against the sunlight, he vaguely recognized the muscular figure in the distance.

"Is that... Hercules?"