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The bells of the Greek Orthodox Church rung across the thriving land of Greece, the sunrise creating a beautiful display of colors. A light fog & mist settled over the valleys, creating an eerie silence expect for the morning birds in the cypress treetops. But silence & peace seemed highly unlikely in the Spartan training camps below.
The sharp sounds of Spartan swords clashing against one another filled the crisp morning atmosphere. Blood was dotted on the sandy floor as the two male Spartan's trained with fierce aggression, but no ill feeling was held between the two friends.
Titus slammed the blade of his sword against it's rival, causing a harsh 'metal-to-metal' sound as the blades slid from the friction. Their faces four inches apart from one another as they pressed their swords together.
Blood & sweat stuck on their skin.
"Ay, Titus. Feeling a bit tired yet, boy? Too much for a Roman?" His friend mocked with a taunting smirk. Titus glared at his friend, Alexander.
Titus quickly swung his sword to the side to nip at Alexander's flank. Alexander blocked the motive with experienced speed as his blade met Titus's.
"Never." Titus said & swung his sword down to Alexander's legs with the blade turned to it's side so it wouldn't cut his partner. The move had caught Alexander off guard as he fell from the force of the hit.
Alexander laid there sprawled on the sandy floor, facing towards the sky. Alexander quickly kicked the sword away from his opponent. He pointed his sharp sword at his friend's unarmored torso to where his heart was held in his chest.
A 'smile-like-smirk' played on Titus's lips, he grabbed his friend's outstretched arm, pulling him up from the sand. Titus taunted Alexander as he dusted off his papyrus colored clothing, which was now covered in light smeared blood & the stench of sweat.
"A true Spartan should know when his opponent will strike, unawareness is no exception, Alexander." Titus stated as he walked over to bucket, which a near by woman was holding. He slid his weapon back in his leather scabbard. He washed the blood & sweat off of his face, then dried it with a cloth that the woman was holding in her free hand.
Alexander nodded his head while rolling his similar dark brown eyes at his friend with his hands on his hips.
"Youmaygonow, Aria." He spoke to his servant with a slight nod as he turned back to Alexander. Aria walked away, off to one of the main tents. Her light pink tunic flowing shortly behind her, her light brown curls bouncing as she walked.
Most native Spartan's had brown hair.
The two Spartan's had similar appearances; dark mahogany brown hair, with dark brown eyes, & a muscular form, both standing at a 6'5 height. But, Titus had a birthmark right above the corner of his lips, Alexander having more facial hair of a beard.
