The strength of his opponents was growing, however now he seed only to be liberating captured spartans that the enemy commanded to send at him.
So he instead chose to further provoke the Allied force, after defeating yet another captured Spartan.
"So weak you need to send forth the captured strong n, does your army not have anyone worth my ti? Or should i instead simply fall asleep where i stand weeping for your ancestors!"
The Allied force had been holding back it’s best at this point however this provocation against their ancestors was too much a pair of n, simple described as hulking giants strode forth these n were easily 7’ tall.
Single combat was just that single combat however enraged two n charged at Julius totally oblivious to one another’s movents.
Julius on the other hand could only smirk.
Finally.
Having summon his perk blade he took stance and as always unleashed his javalins all three tore through the air like a guided missle.
The first tearing clean through on of the ns thighs dropping him to the ground before the second imbedded itself more than half through his stomach.
It was over the first man was down the glow on his hand showed ntally he’d surrendered, and just as always Julius gave the command to head for his lines.
The second man anwhile had a higher power level just barely managing to raise his shield to intercept the incoming projectile, however after his shield was penetrated he was forced to drop it fore it was useless to him with the javelin still sticking out of it throwing of his balance.
Turning his attention back towards Julius the man was stunned before him Julius stood with his Shield and Spear still imbedded in the ground.
Instead in his hands was a sheer blade blade.
With each step he took closer the incoming clash was assured however sweat beaded and ran down his neck knowing full well this blade ant his death.
And just as he was in range to finally thrust his own spear in a heroic charge.
*Slash*
A single slash was heard reverberating through the air.
The mans thrust never reaching it’s target as he fell to the ground ceasing his advance a ter from Julius.
"Cowards who break the sanctity of Single Combat! I am Julius and i ask for a real Challenge!"
Throughout the Allied lines the rumours of this warrior was spreading, those who’d been fighting against the spartans began to make their way through the lines towards the Romans.
Their army could not stand to lose so often, as it was bostlering the Spartans own side resulting in even their best falling prey to the swords and spears of their enemy.
Their great n who’d been winning against the spartans began to co forth to face off against Julius and his n.
"I am called Damianos The Widowmaker! I have won against countless spartans but you are the first of your kind that i now face against."
"As stated before i am Julius, well i had no title before but i guess since i’ve been threshing your forces like they were re wheat call Julius the Wheat Thresher."
Upon hearing his reply the proud man’s face beca serious, and a vein bulged from his forehead.
"I’ll make you hate your life as my slave bastard."
"And i’ll let the spartans who lean that way have their way with your backside as mine!"
Both side stood idle provoking the other officially the fight had already begun but while Julius was only pressed for ti until his perk blade’s summoning ti was up Damianos anwhile had broken into a sweat realizing his mistake the opponent before him was a master not a single vulnerability could be glead from the stance Julius took.
"Alright, Alright i’m tired of just standing here seeing you staring deeply into my eyes."
His final taunt loud enough to be heard by both sides armies behind them.
But for Damianos the humilition he felt should’ve made his head go beet red however instead his face drained of it’s colour.
The army behind him was still cheering however in the next mont they stopped having noticed that sothing was wrong.
Damianos dropped what remained of his spear and shield to the ground.
Before he fell to his knees head bowed down till his chin touched his own chest.
In front of him Julius had already begun to walk away back to his own lines.
It was then that a gleaming rope could be seen leading back from his retreating figured until the other end was sighted.
And it was sighted as Damianos’s unconcious body was slowly dragged by his bound heels behind the walking figure of Julius.
One of their greatest, downed in a single blow and one that no one even saw take place.
Julius single handedly dealth a crucial blow to the Allied forces pride on that day and when the sun’s light had begun to set both sides stepped back ending the first stage of engagent.
The result, a phyrric victory for the Spartan’s.
Thanks to Julius hundreds of their own n were freed from slavery, while in return hundreds of the Allied forces were instead pressed into slavery.
As the opposing armies returned to their camps the mood in each was polar to one another.
As their numbers had swelled, Julius and the Praetorians decided to setup a new camp a short distance away from the spartans.
And with the last of the days light they got to work creating a temporary fort to house themselves and their new slave captives.
As they were bound by the crest they could not defy orders whover defeated them was their Master, and without hesitation Julius was handed control by all his n and so he gained the power of a slave force larger than the current army he commanded in the field.
However these n could not be used in battle not unless they would be only at shields but what would be the point of that.
Instead they were instructed to perform manual labour constructing the fort, and tending to the beasts while the army engaged in the second stage tommorow.
The spartans silently questioned why the Romanus legion was build such a large fortification however Leonidas assud they ant to capture further prisioners, or house their entire army upon the splinter forces return.
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