tampered | (no subject)

When; April 25th
Rating; R due to violence
Characters; Leonidas

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Summary; Tempers are short, and a battle is at hand.
Log;

The space that Leonidas had chosen for the duel was spacious enough. The ground was firm, perfect for combat. It had been an offhand decision on his part to allow Jedidiah and Octavius to come along. Octavius had absolutely insisted, and Jed had refused to be left behind. It wouldn't hurt anything, not really. Besides, it might be a good thing to have them around for this.

Leonidas eyed the other side of the clearing where his opponent was bound to emerge. He stretched his arms and legs; having done some exercises before leaving the apartment and choosing his weapons carefully, he felt nearly ready. His helmet was attached securely to his head, and the rest of his equipment was ready to go, his sword and spear both sharpened to a deadly point.

The king stretched his arms and turned to Octavius and Jed, an absolutely serious expression on his face. "Remember...in the event that I die again, you two need to take my body home with you. I refuse to let that so-called 'god' claim my body for her own. Understood?" He asked them.

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The Yellow God had accepted the challenge of the man known as King Leonidas. She set out to search for her opponent. She had a feeling that he would not want to fight in a crowded area. She searched the open spaces, until at last she saw a man wearing the traditional Spartan garb.

Lobsel Vith could see that the man was ready for a fight, and possibly for a kill. She was prepared. If it was a fight he wanted then a fight he shall receive. She continued to walk forward. No physical weapons in her hands. The fire was her friend and servant. She would use this element.

Arriving at the clearing the Yellow God also spotted what appeared to be a Roman Soldier, and a cowboy. After a second of pondering she decided to pay them no mind. They looked like absolute shit. No doubt due to the disease plague. She lifted her head up and looked at Leonidas in the eyes. "King Leonidas, I presume?" she asked.

Leonidas turned from his comrades, his blue eyes seeking his opponent's. There she was. His grip on his spear tightened as his eyes locked onto hers. "That would be correct," he answered. "And let me guess. You must be Lobsel-Vith," he said, his voice slightly amused, but his face was all business. He wasn't going to let his expression waver as it had with Xerxes. Xerxes never got his hands dirty. This hubris, however, was not unwilling to fight. He looked forward to the challenge.

As he turned to stand his ground, assessing his opponent, it was not fear that gripped him. It was a heightened sense of things; of the firm ground at his feet, the still air, the birds singing in the trees, his calm breathing. The "god" had no weapons. This gave him an advantage.

He said nothing, only waited for her response.

She never wavered from his gaze when she answered, "Yes, that is my name." She then looked down at the sword a spear in his hands. She was certain that he meant business. Thankfully so did she.

"You wished for a challenge. Shall we get this show on the road?" she asked calmly.

"Very well." Every nerve in his body was alert, every tiny detail of his surroundings was rushing through his senses in a flood of clarity. She would not make the first move. He knew better than that.

His eyes narrowed, the tension building. He adjusted the grip he had on his spear, deftly raised his shield, and charged. Using the strength that came with a lifetime of experience and years of conditioning, he drew his throwing arm back and threw the spear straight at the "god", its aim true, his form perfect. Leonidas did not pause in his charge; he unsheathed his sword and kept coming.

The Yellow God observed when the Spartan king gripped his spear, and in a furious charge hurled the spear straight at her. The spear raced straight towards her. Lobsel Vith outstretched her arms as if making herself a target for the spear. Seconds before the spear would have hit her she placed an invisible shield around herself.

When Leonidas proceeded to charge at her with his sword she did not hesitate. Focusing briefly she pulled from the depths of her being a great flame that was shaped like a sword. She held it at the ready, waiting for Leonidas' next attack.