Winston: The Last Gladiator

The wind howls across a ruined battlefield. Ash falls like snow.

A lone figure, armor cracked, walks through the smoke. He is Winston,

the last gladiator of a fallen empire. Lightning splits the sky.

Enemies emerge from the fog. Four warriors, hungry for blood, approach him.

Winston doesn’t flinch. He spins his trident, sparks flying. His heartbeat slows...

then silence falls. Time freezes for a breath, before the world explodes.

Steel clashes. Sparks rain. Every move is a blur. Winston fights like

a storm, dodging, striking, countering. Outnumbered,