General: “NO MERCY!” Each command followed by a cry from the warriors behind them who shout: “AHWOO!” – Steve’s fist pumping in the air with each matching grunt.
Placing the bottle of whiskey down onto the ground carefully, he sits forward to watch the next sequence with more focus. At this stage Leonidas begins to carve his way through about twenty of the enemy soldiers. Steve feels a certain level of familiarity with the scene but wonders where his 300 Spartans are. He had to face this invasion alone and asks himself if he is doing that by choice, by necessity, or maybe through pride. Maybe he could try to find the others, if they were even still alive, and enlist them to help?
But could they even help? They seemed more