Steve looked around at the desolate city surrounding him. It was like nothing he had ever seen, alleys twisting into abrupt ends, light seeming to emanate from everywhere and no matter how far he moved towards or away from the spire in the distance it never seemed to get any further or closer. All this was pressing on the back of Cap’s mind as he focused on his primary objective: find this enemy and deal with him. After that, this mystery could be unraveled. Finding this elusive foe could prove to be the more challenging endeavor, however, as it was nearly impossible to get one’s bearing in this labyrinthine city…
Leonidas stalked the streets of the great arena. He silently moved from alleyway to alleyway, building to building, hunting his prey. A lifetime of harsh Spartan life was perfect preparation for this macabre challenge, and Leonidas was glad his hunting skills were not dull. He had yet to see his enemy, but had seen traces of him. Traces of tracks left by his thick, booted feet had given Leonidas the clues he needed to hunt him down and execute him. Suddenly as Leonidas crouched and rounded a corner, he saw his quarry. He was walking away down the nearest alley in a ridiculous costume of brilliant red and blue. Leonidas couldn’t imagine what sort of fool would ever wear something as vibrant as that, let alone into battle. No matter, however, as the fight would now be over nearly before it even began. Hefting his spear into his hand, he prepared to deliver a devastating ranged strike and hamstring his opponent.
Captain America began to get the strange feeling of being watched. A split second later he heard a slight shuffle as a foot slid along the dirt and he whirled to see the spear flying towards him. He moved his leg away from the projectile, but not before it cut a gash into his calf. With barely any time to react, the nearly naked man roared and charged toward him, sword and shield in hand. Relying on his battle instincts now, Cap drew back and threw his shield with all his might. It rocketed towards the enemy warrior, sure to stop him in his tracks. However, the man leaped and, in an astounding show of acrobatics, rolled his body above the flying disc before landing in a small cloud of dirt.
Leonidas certainly hadn’t been expecting that. The shield seemed to be his foe’s only weapon, what sort of fool would throw it away for nothing? Leonidas pulled his shield from the holster on his back, treating the man in the strange outfit warily. This would no longer be a quick fight, as the man had strength he had not foreseen, as shown in the might with which he hurled his shield. Leonidas waited for the enemy to charge and continue the assault, but he did nothing, only waited. Was he waiting for a continued attack and hoping to defend better than attack? Or was there something else… Leonidas’ battle sense acted almost before his mind comprehended. He swung around to see the shield returning towards him, with no less force than it had the first time he dodged it. He raised his own shield quickly and was knocked backward by the force.
Steve saw his shield slam into his opponents and immediately gained immense respect for the warrior. Somehow he had managed to realize what was happening and raise his own defense. The warrior’s own shield shattered from the impact, becoming a useless hunk of metal, and Captain America’s shield clattered away down a nearby alley. He had to strike now. Steve ran towards the enemy and landed a blow to his back, but the warrior soon turned, sword in hand. A delicate dance of swing and dodge began until Cap landed a debilitating blow to the foes wrist, knocking his sword to the ground. Relief washed over Steve… things were finally starting to go in his favor and that would prevent any further nasty gashes like the one on his leg.
Leonidas smiled and stepped back for a moment. Both combatants were left with nothing but their own might, skill and knowledge. A true warrior’s test. “Well fought, soldier” spoke Leonidas, “The Elysian Fields will welcome you when I squeeze the life from your body. Know that your loss brings you no shame.”
This fellow was really something else. Cap had a hard time thinking of when he’d had a closer fight, but before he could respond, the warrior charged towards him and they locked arms. He was incredibly strong, far more than Steve had been expecting. Soon the fight had them both on the ground, struggling for advantage and wrestling in the dirt and dust of the arena. They grappled for what felt like ages, each gaining control over the other for a few moments before losing it again, until finally Cap found himself under the weight of his opponent. He drew back a fist to begin pummelling Steve. The blow came down square into Steve’s face, but unknown to his opponent, he had been hoping for exactly that. The force of the punch had forced the weight of Cap’s lower body and allowed him to free his legs. In a fluid movement, Steve Rogers bent his body to wrap his lower legs around his foes neck in a deadly triangle choke. He squeezed with all his might while the burly soldier struggled and rained blows onto his chest and against the arms Cap had raised to protect his face. In a few moments, the enemy went limp and suddenly disappeared.
Captain America stood, dazed and shaking. Blood poured forth from where his nose had split open. His hands were weak and beginning to swell and bruise. Slowly, he walked towards where his shield had fallen as he heard the voice once again.
“Excellent battle, soldier! Never have I seen such ferocity, such finesse! Well done… now collect your iconic shield, and come … meet your new team.”
Victory – Captain America. Leonidas is a truly imposing warrior, and an exemplar of human fitness and near-perfect conditioning. However Captain America IS at perfect human performance levels. This coupled with his knowledge of multiple martial arts and battlefield tactics gives him the advantage, however slim, over the warrior-king, Leonidas.