When the Roman soldier acting as arbiter slammed his spear into the ground and announced the start, he didn't hesitate for even a heartbeat.He turned on his heel and practically sprinted away from the arena floor, boots kicking up sand behind him.He had witnessed enough battles to know that when two monsters were about to collide… even a bystander could be turned into a corpse.
Thankfully for him—Nathan and Spartacus did not begin by clashing blades.
They simply stood there.
A moment of pure, suffocating stillness settled over the arena. The roaring crowd faded into background noise as the two warriors stared each other down, neither blinking, neither lowering their guard.
Then—without a word—Nathan lifted his hand and dispelled his weapon.The golden sword of Alexander the Great dissolved into glittering motes of light before vanishing completely into his spatial storage.
