PANTHRO (grinning) Hephaestus sends his regards. Says your lightning bolts need a tune-up .
He draws the sword.
LION-O (standing) I'm not here to steal your thunder, old man. I'm here to remind you why mortals invented gods in the first place. thundercats greek
The chains around Lion-O's wrists turn to sand. The Sword of Omens hums on his back—its Eye glowing not gold, but hades-green .
The lightning deflects off a bronze shield thrown by PANTHRO (huge, scarred, wearing a blacksmith's apron made of chainmail). PANTHRO (grinning) Hephaestus sends his regards
LION-O (looks up) Thundera taught me that power without mercy is just tyranny. You're no king of gods. You're a tyrant .
LION-O (CONT'D) To give us something to surpass . This feature re-tools the ThunderCats ethos ("Truth, Justice, and Honor") into a Greek key: "Defy fate. Forge your own myth." LION-O (standing) I'm not here to steal your
Lion-O is separated and finds Prometheus chained to a rock. Prometheus whispers that the "Sword of Omens" can break any chain—even the chains of Fate. Meanwhile, Tygra is forced to design a new wing for the Labyrinth-City, and Panthro leads a rebellion of automatons who have gained thumos (spiritedness).