Karma looked at three of them as he stands within the ground jt was a bonsai tree small but strong enough to make the ground shock with its meer presence. Karma tapped his hand on under clapping and sayed " what is happening here " so jung looked at gaze of karma like a demon judge a god with his sin and god my his dharma. So jung looked at him and sayed " we are here in friendly conversation
...didn't we arush " with smile leaching with the anger moving in his muscle his soul turned with the ember of black flames with the core remained like white bulb of a mermaid heart. Arush looked at him a exprection to manifest the anger within his own soul of guilt as he grabbes his fist tight blood dripping through floor.
Thup-thup-thup
Arush looked towards the ground and said " Bastard can't live without agony and lust"
Author and so jung looked at arush waiting for him to make his move. Arush exhaled the breathe in his mouth as ember of red flames came through it turing the mirage around him as it turns into reality of life . Crown flames erupted engulfing his head as smell of protein buring with the smell of smilted flesh took over the smell of jasmine with tail snapped from his back . Arush turned into inferno embarassing the sun again to took down a demon of moon . But within them stood the ocen with both Ray bottling up with him .
Arush didn't looked at karma to turn the voice down with his soul. Arush moved first with the fist treching at so jung face but then a flames of purple colour took over the palate of red with a blades stooping his punch with smile he speak turning his suite into fire dripping from down. " nice call at god "
Arush looked into his eyes then in sudden a bolder hitted his face touring his skin red with vessel with blood a punch strong enough to take down a truck with single blow came at him . Arush looked at skins it was getting covered with rocks with smelting bolder . Arush was thrown back within a second within air arush changed his direction to a flow controlling the balance his body and muscle tucking his core and he takes a land at land looking at both of them. Author turned his hand into rock cutting gloves with the soil while so jung his suit was dripping purple fire with blades of same colour stood on his shoulder . Then from back of both came a voice soft distant with coldness of brilliance " he must survive " so jung and author didn't turn the looked at him arush who was looking like a carnage tied with throne . " we can't guarantee...and get to hell " so jung replied in coldness of his voice it turned into inferno .
Arush looked at them as he stands still holding a vertebrate with columns to make himself strong to stand in his world with the flames came on his hand as a blade of energy. Arush swinged his hand wind a wind cutting through the flow
shu-shu
As arush brings it to face challenging so jung and author for dual with a voice more painfull than flaws in his heart " let us get to the training area bastard my god of glory has thought me to respect women...jai shivaji " as both looked at him . So jung took a single step arush took his guard up before anything could move within the area a whip moved from back with tendons and muscle with skeleton. Throughing arush clashing to the training area scratching,toring the metal it was Warner as he looked at his friends. Sayed " did I came handy guys...take this bastard down "
Arush looked them as through the opening of metal he came through was rough jacked with blunt of touring .
Arush stood there silent thundered of black hands of his brain crawled on his body as it was screaming " did life wanted me or something else " as so jung and author camed with the buring flames to stop the monster to get from drowning in it's own heat .
Arush looked at them as he moved withing the gap leaving his footprints on the floor dark buring on edge with speed to counter the nature. Arush lunged at so jung but author from side took the control holding arush from waist throughing him down the ground . Arush mid in air changed his spine direction turning moving his bone as he changed the direction leaving a orb of flames which came directly towards so jung in point blank second as bullet moved in heat absorbed in world of darkness. A blast took over the room as smoke came over leaving the flames on floor between them stood infront was arush as he stood guard up with blaze in his hands.
Outside the room stood karma with a smile looking with glory what nature has made with the soul. He speaks full of thrones piercing his thorax in throat " warriors are not protected they are tested at odds " sanvi who stood beside him looked at him with vow in his head of avkasham " let him come to me " . But then from someone back came a voice of lady " you have found a diamond which will be crushed by the force of wounds as the fire rages in the heart of our dark knight " it was the voice of japnese agent looking at karma . He didn't even turned as he took steps towards the battel arena.
Arush looked at them through the opening of the metal. He had come through a rough, jagged hole, blunt and torn.
He stood there silent. The thunder of black hands in his brain crawled over his body as if it were screaming: "Did life want me, or something else?" So Jung and Author came at him with burning flames, trying to stop the monster from drowning in its own heat.
Arush moved within the gap, leaving dark footprints on the floor, the edges burning with a speed that countered nature itself. He lunged at So Jung, but Author took control from the side, grabbing Arush by the waist and throwing him toward the ground.
Mid-air, Arush changed his spine's direction, moving his bones to shift his weight. He released an orb of flames that flew directly toward So Jung at point-blank range—a bullet of heat absorbed into a world of darkness.
A blast took over the room. Smoke filled the air, leaving flames licking the floor between them. In the center stood Arush, his guard up, a blaze held in his hands.
Outside the room, Karma stood with a smile, looking with glory at what nature had made of the soul. He spoke, his voice like thorns piercing his throat: "Warriors are not protected; they are tested at odds."
Sanvi stood beside him, a vow of Avkasham in her head. "Let him come to me," she whispered.
Then, from behind, came the voice of a lady: "You have found a diamond which will be crushed by the force of wounds, even as the fire rages in the heart of our Dark Knight."
It was the Japanese agent. Karma didn't even turn as he took his first steps toward the battle arena.
Something moved from the smoke, turning the flames off as it moved toward the beast. The flames on the ground turned into magma. With the swing of a sword, the enemy moved for the heart, aiming to grab it with thorns.
So Jung lunged. "Nah, he took over the field!" he shouted as his blades pointed at Arush, piercing his ribs. Calcium and nerves tore with the pressure, puncturing his lungs. Pain colonized his wounds within the limits of the human brain, even as the murder in his mind grew. So Jung looked at Arush with a smile, exhaling from the depth of his heart: "Nice call... bastard!!"
From behind came Author. Within seconds, he grabbed Arush's head. As So Jung took his blade out, he moved through the air and took the arms of Arush down, cutting them from the source of the bone.
Arush screamed within his soul. The warrior who had killed a demon was now being dominated by a few dealers. His tail heat mixed with the air, leaving his body without hands, but steam rose from the wounds as cells grew, forming new hands in minutes.
So Jung looked at Arush's unconscious body and said, "Regeneration can make wounds disappear, but not the pain."
Author began moving his shoulder, pushing his strength toward the middle. The sound of bone cracking echoed before anything else could happen. Suddenly, a blade came toward Author's neck, pointing at his cerebrum. A voice, clinically cold, spoke:
"End this now, or this will cause a hunt from another agent—Vaidere. He won't stop like Arush... put Subject Inferno down."
Behind So Jung, Sanvi stood, holding a sword made of ice. "Move... bastard," she said.
Thunder rumbled over the land of Jammu and Kashmir. A man ran within the moonlight as water flowed across the wet road. He moved with desperate speed, gasping for air. From their windows, civilians watched the shadow of a man. He was bleeding from an ankle cut, the smell of iron thick in the air as he gripped a revolver.
He looked behind him, stumbled upon a small rock, and fell to the ground. Out of the darkness came a shadow. A katana moved in its hand, cold as the eyes that glowed with a dark blue spark. Black color formed on the figure's clothes.
The man's soul shook. He fired several rounds into the dark night—bang-bang-bang—straight toward the shadow.
Within a second, the sword was at his throat. A voice spoke: "Tell me... were you the last to survive?"
The man, his tears mixing with the rainwater, nodded his head. Yes.
The sword moved through his throat, cutting the muscle. The figure murmured into a walkie-talkie: "Ace speaking. Do you copy? Last suspect down."
The radio buzzed. "Yes, we copy, Vaidere... Damn, man, you took the whole organization down. I think that sword suits you—the one you brought from Shyamamrd."
Vaidere didn't reply. Looking at the corpse, he simply said: "Get to hell with me."
Thunder rumbled over the land of Jammu and Kashmir. A man ran within the moonlight as water flowed across the wet road. He moved with desperate speed, gasping for air. From their windows, civilians watched the shadow of a man. He was bleeding from an ankle cut, the smell of iron thick in the air as he gripped a revolver.
He looked behind him, stumbled upon a small rock, and fell to the ground. Out of the darkness came a shadow. A katana moved in its hand, cold as the eyes that glowed with a dark blue spark. Black color formed on the figure's clothes.
The man's soul shook. He fired several rounds into the dark night—bang-bang-bang—straight toward the shadow.
Within a second, the sword was at his throat. A voice spoke: "Tell me... were you the last to survive?"
The man, his tears mixing with the rainwater, nodded his head. Yes.
The sword moved through his throat, cutting the muscle. The figure murmured into a walkie-talkie: "Ace speaking. Do you copy? Last suspect down."
The radio buzzed. "Yes, we copy, Vaidere... Damn, man, you took the whole organization down. I think that sword suits you—the one you brought from Shyamamrd."
Vaidere didn't reply. Looking at the corpse, he simply said: "Get to hell with me."
Beyond time, life, and death stood a tree with roots of iron. Everything was darkened; even the Sun's rays could not escape the shadows that chased and surpassed them with a fundamental flaw.
On that tree stood a White Hawk. In front of her knelt Mehung, facing the dark flames tearing through the air. It was Kurozaro. He spoke to Mehung in a voice that made the lands of both life and death tremble:
"केवलं अनन्तत्वं न, अपितु मम पात्रस्य सेवा त्वाम् मुक्तिं वाचं च दास्यति । एषा सेवा रक्तज्वालं अन्धकारं प्रति विना बलेन नेष्यति, यतः एषः विनाशः मया सूर्याय कदापि न दत्तः ।"
("To serve the darkness without question is not only eternity; serving my vessel shall grant you not just freedom, but the power of speech. It shall draw the red flames toward the darkness without force, for this loss was never a gift I intended for the Sun.")
The Hawk looked at him with only one intent. Her heart set on fire with the beauty of blood on a rose. She possessed eyes to see every era, a blessing to travel within them as a wanderer, and a curse to witness everything.
-ARUSH SALUNKE