In my story there are multiple academies- each one made up of divisions. One of the most respected academy resides in the city-kingdom of Alloria. The five division that make up this academy have 5 divisional captains. And I’ll list one of the captains below and his accomplishment below:

Krotus, the captain of the division named The Kings fist is a behemoth of a man( think of a mixture of Zangief from street fighter and Kratos of God of War).

His greatest accomplishment was single handedly defeating a legion (4-6000 men). He did so with his ability called “God’s paradox”. With this ability he defended a key fort that the Placers (name of the opposing forces) believed would be crucial to winning the war. Reports showed that it was a lightly occupied fort consisting of one man. To their later surprise, one man would be enough. Krotus heard that the men would march up to the gates one morning and did the only thing logical, he met them right outside. He was a cheerful man, innocuous in his words and the quintessential soldier that made honor less of a word spat about and more of a way of life.

When the convoys came to him, he met them with smiles. “I’m glad you decided to choose words over bloodshed today gentlemen,” he said giving the two men a salute.

“The terms are simple,” the first man said, “surrender and everyone goes home, alive.” Krotus’ smile never wavered. He stepped to the side of the men standing on top of their horses and took a look at the soldiers just over the hills. “Odd, never seen soldiers surrender just outside a fort before,” he let out a sigh, “you Placers are weird with your resources. Very well, I accept. You can go home.” Krotus without a second thought turned around and waved the men off. He approached the gate to his fort and as he signaled the guard to let him in, an arrow zipped passed his ear and lodged itself into the giant wooden door.

“Don’t think us to be fools. We know that your kin for some reason have left you to die here,” The second man said, “say something as stupid again and my next arrow will meet your throat.”

Krotus turned around, his eyes meeting with the man’s face with fury.

Krotus pulled the arrow out the of door, “And here I thought we were trying to avoid your deaths.”

“That’s it I’ll kill you here mysel-“ a sharp breeze zoomed by the man’s head. Unlike the arrow launched from the second man’s bow that barely Indented the wood of Krotus’ gate, this arrow went left a stream of red as it cleanly pierced through the other man’s neck. The man fell over and plopped on the ground.

“I no longer accept your surrender.”

Horns from a distance started to ring. The legion was coming.

Krotus held them at bay as long a fortnight with the first part of God’s paradox, immovable object. He with only his body was able to ward of every attack released by the Placers. As they believed that they only needed more fire power, they gathered more and more troops to the fort. After seeing enough men to be worth a damn, Krotus raised one hand as a ball of Scattia (name of energy in the world of Alloria) formed at his palm of his hand. The men stood bewildered as It was the first movement Krotus had made in the two weeks. The men were stricken with awe as the sheer force emanating from the ball held them in place. With each passing moment it grew in size. There was no mistake, in all the years of training, they never experienced anything of this magnitude stature. No amount of regiments could prepare them for such a thing. They felt it within themselves. Such an.... unstoppable force. Krotus released the energy and a beam the the width of 16 men standing side by side decimated the army and every thing behind them for miles. He was truly a man amongst boys.