The sun begins to rise and king Leonidas gathers all three hundred of his battle ready Spartans. The king and his Spartans continue to march north to the heart of the Persian army. It is now day five of the Spartan campaign and they have made encounters with the second horde of Persians. King Leonidas has begins to lose men, they fight hard but they have lost fifty men in only their second encounter of the Persians.
The kings arms where cut and he was bleeding out, his spear began to fill heavy, his hands became saw, his vision was blurred due to exhaustion, his sandals where falling apart. But he stood out from the rest of the Spartans because he ignored all of it, he ignored the cut arm, the blurred vision, the saw hands, the heavy spear, and the broken sandals and still fought with courage and honour. The sun glared on his battle torn helmet, heavy six inch spear head and worn shield. His cape flapped in the wind as if he was the flag of his nation.
Leonidas clenches his spear and shield and chargers forth through the his men’s wall formation plummets himself into the endless horde of Persian soldiers, he barges four Persians out of the way with one swing of his shield, charges his arm and launches his spear as if it was launched from a balista. the spear pears over the gleaming sun rise and takes its course to pierce the Persian  captain who’s leading the assault. The spear gets itself into a whirlwind of a spin as if it was taking by the breath of Zeus. The spear plunges itself into the captains chest, his horse pauses and senses something wrong. The horse turns around looking for its owner only to find him on the floor gazing at the soft cotton clouds.
The impact of the spear launched the captain off of his horse at amazing speeds. The Persians turn around to see the status of their commanding officer only to recognize his corpse on the floor with Leonidas’s spear berried in corrupted heart. The two hundred and forty nine Spartans stand shocked and gazes at their king. The Persians secondary line falls back into a retreat powerless with no strategy they sprint and stumble back to the third line of defence. However all is not well, The sun is instantly blacked out by a wave of Spartan spears.
The spears rain down on the backs of the retreating Persians.The Persian king sits on his throne and watches from a far, behind his sea of soldiers in disgust. He pauses and clenches his heat tempered sword, enlaced in gold twining’s and diamond encrusted cross guard. The blade itself reflected as bright as the eye can see. He looks up at his personal guard and nods his head. His personal guard begins to advance, through the sea of soldiers towards the front lines.
The Spartans push forward and sweep over the quiet sea of corpses snatching their spears from the dead. Leonidas unsheathe’s his Damascus steal blade sword. Leonidas knows what will come next. He removes his battle torn brass helmet and red cape and equips his parade helmet. The helmet stands out from the rest of the Spartans. His helmet is Gold with a white horse tail Mohawk, and white cape. He equips his gold shin guards and drops his shield. His men are aware what fate lies ahead. They all drop their shields and unsheathe’s their stainless steal swords. The Persian supreme commander steps forward along with his personal guard in a diamond formation.
Leonidas steps forward with his ten best and accepts the challenge. Both armies stand starring at each other only sixty feat away. The king show no emotion his face frozen with his piercing eyes peering into the soul of his enemy. Both sides plough into each other with their swords. Leonidas takes on both the supreme leader and his personal guard. He kills five with only four flicks of his wrist. However their was a guard that had snuck up behind him. The guard slips his sword into Leonidas’s back puncturing his lung. The king coughs up blood and is half incapacitated by the blow. He turns around and guts the guard open spilling his entrails. The Spartan guards stop fighting the other infantryman and takes out the rest of the Persian guards while the King approaches the supreme commander.
The supreme commander disarms the king and slashes his stomach twice and finishes with a thrust. The king drops to his knees and looks down at the floor with his blood spilling out and bleeding from his mouth. He pulls the concealed knife from under his sandal and slashes the tendon from the back of the leg of the commander. The commander is now level with Leonidas. Leonidas finishes his duty and slits the commanders throat. The commander falls and lays out across the floor, the king lifts his head up and watches the sun set. Leonidas’s collapses. Both bodies lay side by side, the commander looking at the ground and Leonidas looking at the sky gazing at the soft cotton clouds, he slowly closes his eyes and both sides stop fighting. Both sides pause and gather around their leaders. the sun sets.