The crowd roared as the arena's rocky landscape shifted, glowing with molten lava and the sharp scent of sulfur. The battlefield was alive with a pulse of its own, reflecting the tension building in the air. On one side stood Titanus of the Zeros, his massive figure a shadow against the fiery backdrop. On the other, Leonidas of Sparta, his golden spear gleaming, his aura radiating the pride of a thousand warriors.
The Arbiter, his voice booming across the arena, began the announcement.
"The first battle of Zero Hour: Titanus of the Zeros, the Titan's Shield, against Leonidas of Sparta, the Last King of the Warriors. Begin!" His voice was filled with an excitement that reverberated through the very stone beneath their feet.
The crowd's whispers were a constant murmur, an undercurrent of awe and disbelief. In the stands, where humans and Zenos alike gathered to witness this war of legends, the reactions were electric.
"Leonidas? No way! The notorious Sparta?? The one who led his warriors to victory against impossible odds?" a human gasped, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Titanus? The Titan's Shield? Hah, the way that guy can absorb damage... He's a walking fortress!" one of the Zenos muttered, shaking his head. "I feel bad for that human."
The crowd buzzed with excitement, some placing bets, others whispering about the incredible strength of these warriors. But amid the chaos, a figure stepped forward—Code, one of the arbiters known for his calm demeanor and deep knowledge of the warriors.
"Let me explain," Code's voice rang out, quiet but commanding, silencing the masses. "This is the battle you have all been waiting for. The clash of legends."
He gestured to Titanus, who stood tall, his massive armored form seemingly impenetrable under the arena's molten glow. The Titan's Shield—his name alone struck fear into the hearts of those who had heard the stories. Titanus wasn't just a tank; he was the embodiment of defense. He had the ability to create an aura around himself that reduced incoming damage and even redirected attacks. His sheer presence on the battlefield could force enemies to focus all their attention on him.
A low murmur ran through the crowd as they watched Titanus raise his massive fist, each of his movements deliberate, a silent promise of devastation.
"Titanus is a beast," Code continued. "The way he can endure unimaginable attacks, redirecting them like they're nothing... It's no wonder he's known as Titan's Shield. His strength isn't just physical; it's a war of attrition. You can't break him with just raw power. It takes more."
The human spectators exchanged uneasy glances, already regretting underestimating the Zenos' champion.
But then Code turned to Leonidas, who stood tall, his posture unyielding despite the heavy weight of history upon him. His blonde hair was slightly tousled by the wind, and his scarred face told the story of countless battles. In his hand, the legendary Lance of Leonidas, a golden spear that had become a symbol of Spartan culture and human perseverance, glinted in the dim light.
"Leonidas... the Last King of Sparta. His physical strength defies human limits, and his will is unbreakable. With the power of the 'King of Sparta,' he can endure what would break any normal man. But his true strength lies in his heart—his unyielding desire to protect, to lead, and to overcome impossible odds."
The crowd erupted into a chorus of gasps and whispers. "The spear... the king... He's the one who led the Spartans to victory at Thermopylae, right? The one who died for his people?" a human whispered, their voice shaking with awe.
"Is he really going to face Titanus? That's crazy!" another Zenos laughed nervously. "He's just a human!"
Code's voice remained steady, "But Leonidas is not just any human. His abilities go beyond the ordinary. He wields the Lance of Leonidas with a precision that can exploit even the smallest crack in his opponent's defenses. Combined with the Legacy of the Spartans, he can recover from the most devastating blows. He's a force of nature, a warrior who never backs down."
The battle began.
With a deafening roar, Titanus charged, his armor clanging against the rocks beneath his feet. He raised his massive fist, sending a shockwave through the air. The ground trembled as he barreled toward Leonidas, his body a wall of brute force.
But Leonidas was ready. With a fluid motion, he spun the Lance of Leonidas in his hand, parrying the incoming punch with ease, his spear cutting through the air with deadly precision. The crowd gasped.
"Look at that speed! He's faster than he looks!" a human shouted.
Titanus, momentarily stunned by the sheer power and agility of the human warrior, growled and pushed forward, forcing Leonidas back with his sheer size and strength. But Leonidas, eyes burning with determination, gritted his teeth and slammed his shield into the ground, halting Titanus' advance.
"Is that all you've got, Titanus?" Leonidas growled, his voice low but full of defiance. "I've faced monsters far worse than you."
The crowd gasped at his audacity. Some cheered, others cursed, but all were captivated by the ferocity of the fight.
Titanus sneered. "You think you can stand against me, human? I am the wall you cannot breach."
He slammed his fist down, sending a shockwave across the battlefield. Leonidas jumped, narrowly avoiding the crushing blow. But he wasn't done. With a flash of golden light, he thrust his spear forward, targeting a weak point in Titanus' defenses.
A massive clash echoed through the arena as Leonidas' spear scraped against Titanus' armored form. But instead of a devastating wound, the spear merely sparked against the unyielding metal, leaving the Titan unscathed.
"Not enough!" Titanus roared. "You'll need more than a spear to break me."
But Leonidas wasn't finished. Drawing from the King of Sparta ability, his strength surged, and he charged again. His spear came down like a thunderbolt, aiming for the joints in Titanus' massive armor. The crowd went silent in anticipation.
"Can he break through?!" a Zenos screamed.
The two warriors collided once more, each determined to claim victory in the battle for Earth. Titanus, with his unmatched defense, and Leonidas, with his unbreakable will and deadly precision.
The battle was far from over. But one thing was clear: only one would walk away victorious. And as the crowd held their breath, they knew they were witnessing a clash of legends—a fight that would be remembered for millennia to come.