Iphicles

Though they were brothers, these were not of one spirit, for one was weaker, but the other a far better man, one terrible and strong, the mighty Heracles.

She bore him through the embrace of the son of Cronos, lord of dark clouds, and the other, Iphicles, of Amphitryon, the spear-wielder, offspring distinct, this one of union with a mortal man, but that other of union with Zeus, leader of all the gods.

And he slew Cycnus, the gallant son of Ares.

For he found him in the precinct of far-shooting Apollo, him and his father Ares, never sated with war.

So great and strong is this fellow they bring into your hands that you may win great glory.

But come, put on your arms of war, that with all speed we may bring the car of Ares and our own together and fight.

For he shall not frighten the dauntless son of Zeus, nor yet the son of Iphicles.

Rather I think he will flee before the two sons of blameless Alcides, who are near him and eager to raise the war-cry for battle.