In the dust and thunder of the arena, the two combatants faced each other. Leonidas, despite his mortal status, was unflinchingly calm. He analysed Thor's every move, every nuance in his posture. He had faced bigger and stronger enemies, but none had been as powerful as this god of thunder. Yet Leonidas knew one thing: raw power could be defeated by skilful strategy.
"You are strong, Thor," said Leonidas, smirking. "But your strength makes you predictable."
Thor frowned, stung by the audacity of this comment.
"Predictable? Mortal, you dare!" he roared before charging forward, his hammer sending up lightning bolts in its wake.
Leonidas dodged nimbly, pivoting on his feet to avoid Mjöllnir's trajectory. He used his shield to deflect a sideways blow, and took advantage of Thor's momentum to slide behind him, launching a swift attack with his divine spear.
Thor's fighting style was a combination of raw power and speed. Each blow was designed to crush his opponent, but Leonidas noticed a crucial detail: Thor put too much energy into his attacks, leaving him vulnerable when he missed his target.
Leonidas began to feint. He simulated openings, inviting Thor to attack, but would pull back at the last moment, forcing the god to overcommit his movements. Several times, Thor struck the void, his attacks hammering the ground instead of reaching it.
"What are you doing, mortal?" growled Thor, irritated. "Stop dancing and fight me directly!"
"Why? To give you an advantage?" replied Leonidas with a smirk. "A good general doesn't play by his enemy's rules."
For the first time in centuries, Thor found himself on the defensive. Despite his strength and speed, he was unable to anticipate Leonidas' movements. The Spartan, with his experience of battle, exploited every moment of weakness, every clumsy move.
Thor tried to regain control of the fight by using a series of quick strikes with Mjöllnir, but Leonidas remained elusive, using his shield to block and his spear to counter-attack.
"You tire me, mortal," growled Thor, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.
"Then I'll do my job," replied Leonidas, glaring sharply.
Leonidas felt it was time to go on the offensive. After studying Thor and his fighting style, he identified a key moment: when Thor raised Mjöllnir, his torso remained partially exposed, even when protected by his divine armour.
"This is it," thought Leonidas, clutching his spear.
Thor, unaware of his opponent's strategy, prepared to unleash a devastating attack. He raised Mjöllnir high into the air, summoning a bolt of lightning that lit up the arena. But before he could strike, Leonidas charged.
With deadly precision, he aimed directly at Thor's torso and shouted:
"Spear of Destiny!"
His divine spear, shrouded in golden light, split the air and struck Thor with fearsome power. The impact was so hard that it shattered part of the god's armour, exposing his chest and leaving a moderate wound. Golden blood poured from the wound, glistening in the light of the arena.
Thor stepped back, breathless. He placed a hand on his wound, his eyes burning with anger but also a certain admiration.
"You have wounded me, human," Thor said with a bitter smile. "Few can. But don't kid yourself: I'm not going down that easily."
Leonidas resumed his defensive posture, his gaze fixed on Thor. He knew Thor would make no more mistakes. The wound he had just inflicted only fuelled the thunder god's rage and determination.
"If you think this fight is over, Thor," declared Leonidas, breathless but determined, "you're wrong. This is just the beginning."
Thor burst out laughing, despite the pain.
"You have courage, mortal. Perhaps too much for your own good. Prepare yourself: I'm going to show you why the gods rule the heavens."
The atmosphere in the arena became even more electric. The spectators, whether human or divine, were hanging on every move, every word. The battle only intensified, and the outcome remained uncertain.
Could human strategies continue to triumph in the face of divine power? Perhaps the next exchange would decide the future of this legendary duel.