Secutor Mod1, Gladiator

"From the gates of the arena strides the Secutor—silent, armored like fate itself, his helmet a faceless mask of inevitability. Forged to defy entanglement, to shrug off trickery, he is the storm that follows the lightning. Behind his narrow gaze burns a singular purpose: to close the distance, to crush the swift, to end the game. With every pounding step, he drives terror into the hearts of those who flee. Shield raised, gladius poised, he does not fight—he hunts. And once he begins his pursui