Hector

1267 BC, the Paris of Troy visits Sparta. The prince of Troy comes across Helen and a romance blossoms, however there is one slight problem… Helen is married, and when she runs away, the tail of the most toxic ex begins.

The kingdoms of Greece unite under Menelaus' flag and are led into battle against the city of troy, the siege lasted for years and years, but there was one man who stood above the rest, even among the strongest powers in the world, the greatest warriors, kings and leaders there was a single man. Achilles the unkillable man, he who was dipped in the river Styx, he who was protected by the gods. This man set sail across the seas for war with one person at his side. After years, they married, and in the midst of one of the most bitter break-ups history has ever seen, he stands. The walls towering above him, the grey of stone battling the sky, its callosal grandeur seemed to be a force of nature, as if crafted by the gods, his body circling his prey, the greatest trojan warrior versus the greatest Greece had to offer.

"You killed one of my crew,"

"You have slaughtered uncountable amounts of my people and for what, the anger of that so-called king? The man sending you instead of his cowardly self! These walls were built by Poseidon himself and blessed by Apollo, you will never sour the soil of my home with your putrid Greek blood, you will only die here."

"I fight for no one but myself… and your walls will fall, I will kill you and your brother, in this Patroclus will be avenged"

"I've heard all about the so-called unkillable man, but I will kill you so many times you won't want to regenerate."

"Enough talk."

Hector was tall, his arms bulging with well-kept muscles, the pure power that would spring from them extending down his spear and across the broad wooden shield. He smashed the two together, his lungs letting out a blood-curdling shout, saliva spraying from his jaws as if he was a lion facing down a small rabbit, veins and ligaments pulsing out of his neck as his face turned red under the golden helmet. Mahon drew his sword, the blade's unique waves flowing down the steel, its beautiful swordsmanship shimmering under the sun. Hector stepped forward the spear lunging out with all his strength, it felt like the tip could reach anyone, the huge range and speed piercing through Mahon's shoulder, his body slipping underneath, the blood spilling from his body like a trail of crimson.

His elbow pushing through hectors stomach flashing past his shield but as Mahon pulled out his arm drifting around with the sword slashing at his body the iron rimmed shield smashed into his head, the pain flooding his body and knocking him to the floor.

His legs flipped over sprawling his body in the sand, barely managing to pulling his body up he charged at Hector again, the spear shooting down at him like an arrow as Mahon scrambled his body keeping close to the ground the blade slicing through the wood a deep gash swiped through the painted plants of wood blood spilling through it. Then planting his feet he lurched forward back into hector the spear pulled back, the other side of the spear turning through his stomach twisting his skin around and forcing blood through his mouth. The shield clattered to the ground, Hector stepping over it, spinning the spear to his side. Mahon knelt on the sand, clutching his stomach and staring up at the man.

"You're good, I see why you're called the strongest."

"As do I."

Mahon pulled a small flask from his belt the cork springing from the narrow neck blood gushing into his mouth, gritting the bottle in his teeth he clutched the sword with both his hands rushing forward, his movements like a breeze, drifting through the stabs like a gale through a punch his sword ripping through hectors left arm, blood pouring from the detached limb, hector hardly blinked, his other arm swinging the spear around slicing through Mahon's body and slicing across his spine. Mahon pulled his head up, letting the rest of the blood flow down his neck, the legs reforming as he touched the ground, springing back to hector the sword swinging at his head. But he dodged, the sword just managing to knock the helmet from his head. The spear rose up impaling Mahon the blood pouring from his chest and mouth, the huge pole seemed like it was suspending him in mid-air, but his body fell, he sliced down with the last of his strength the sword stabbing through Hector's back. The dragon's teeth curled around the man's skin.

The air was silent…

And then cheers.