The Career Reconsideration
I was panting like a horse that’s just won the derby. My legs were gone and yet my mind was steady. The sweat on my 6-packs made them glisten in the afternoon sun. I knew what I had to do. The helmet had to go for it was stifling. It narrowed my vision and I had to see far. My shield was heavy. It threw me off balance. My target was far away, sitting on a golden throne and smirking at the surrender that he thought I was about to meekly offer. I feel the spear in my hand and take a long look at the man who thought he was a god. I had only one chance to get it right, only one chance to kill the fiend and only one chance to save Sparta. The cool wind brushed against my cape-clad body, giving me temporary respite from the war being waged around me. Escape velocity, angle of release, trajectory, wind speed, wind direction and gravity; all need to be factored in before I release the spear. The calculations are done and the moment has come. I spread my legs for support, arch my ba