Hundred & Twenty One (121)

"Was I wrong about Elysium?... How did they even know about our plans" Attuma asked himself

"As a well meaning invader, I would advice that you stop doubting yourself, Elysium is a nation even we haven't figured out yet" a voice called out from nowhere, drawing Attuma's attention

"Who are you?" Attuma said folding his fists in anger, he didn't need some oracle to tell him who was behind this but he felt that it was even more disrespectful that they had done so and they still come to attack him.

"Spartan number 15, Markus Ivanovich, leader of the Alpha Team" the voice replied as the man revealed himself 

"Arrogant" Attuma replied and immediately dashed forward to attack the spartan

"I wouldn't recommend attacking, according to lady Paris, You can lift at most 100 tons even while underwater unlike The King of Atlantis, Namor. We are stronger" The Spartan, Markus said as he dodged Attuma's rage filled fist 

"We shall see if that is true" Attuma said turning to face the Spartan again

        Seeing Attuma's resolve, the other Spartans revealed themselves with their weapons all pointed at Attuma, the Spartan way was to kill then ask question's later and they were ready to do so but had waited so long only because of a stupid order from their superiors.

"I see, then by the Order of his Majesty, King James of Elysium. The fate of Skarka tribe shall be decided by single combat between you, Attuma and Me, Captain of the Alpha Team" Markus said with a smile as he removed his helmet 

"You're atlantean!!" Attuma shouted in surprise

"No, our bodies were just designed to adapt to anywhere and at any time" Markus explained then got into a fighting stance

"It matters not, your heads shall accompany my men to the grave!" Attuma shouted in anger fed up then attacked

       Dashing out at a speed that should be impossible underwater, Attuma launched a jab towards the Spartan commander. He had the home advantage in this fight, the commander was a surface dealer and thus wouldn't be able to move as quickly as he would on the surface. The fact he could breathe underwater wouldn't help his situation.

              Much to Attuma's surprise, his fists didn't hit anyone; instead he felt a hand dragging him forward and a knee ramming into his stomach. He didn't know how this was even possible, this was a makeshift waterbreather so this environment should be to his own advantage.

"I see you are well trained" Attuma commented as he pulled out his spear from where it stood

"I wonder what made you think otherwise" Markus replied then got ready for battle since a weapon was now involved.

      Attuma smiled as he rushed towards the Spartan with weapon in hand. He was the leader of the skarka tribe for a reason, it should be noted that the Skarka were a warrior tribe and to reach its top wasn't something that one could just inherit but unfortunately the Spartans were no ordinary squad as well. They had undergone training that could break most gods and were granted strength and abilities that put them above most of the world or even the Universe at large. 

        The two fought with Attuma making quick but strong strikes at the Spartan only for him to doodge them almost effortlessly. The two fought at speeds almost invisible to the naked eye, Markus the Spartan spent majority of his time dodging Attuma's attacks since he wasn't allowed to use his own melee weapons.

"Is this all you can do?" Attuma shouted 

"No" Markus replied then reached out and grabbed the weapon that was heading for his head.

            With a squeeze that utilized even more strength than he usually used, the Weird spear was broken. This caught Attuma offguard and Markus used the time to grab on to the large man and throw him in the ground. He had been observing attuma's movements and it was obvious that the Atlantean was only trained in 'proper' hand to hand combat. He enjoyed techniques and all that nonsense.