Human's have limits-3
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It was only a matter of second between the death of lady Latifa and safe her.
We all are well aware of our fate written for all of us, and its playing in our daily steps of life. On the country, there are parts where decisions are upon us whether you choose the right choice or the wrong one.
Even though the rest is been decided, our choice is been made by fate but still there is a selection on our hands. Here, at present, the blade rushed straight at the hanging lady when another sharp weapon swiped on the hands of the man, blocking his path in return injured his palm in a deep wound.
“AH!” screamed the man as his right hand was bleeding heavily.
His weapon dropped off his hand making him defend less when suddenly the leader rushed in full speed at him and jumped on Khan pushing him into the tent and falling in along with him.
Both landed hard on the ground, aching all over their body, luckily the leader rolled over standing back on their legs. He scanned around to find his own tent empty from any other being expect he himself and Khan.
The most satisfying view for him at this terrible moment was that Khan no longer was holding Latifa as hostage on his palm. She was left back at the entrance.
Being a victim of fear and cautions, the leader was looking at the entrance then shifted his sight on Khan who got up, standing back on his foot. Watching him stand, he got blanked in confusion what would this terrible monster will be up to however, a sight of stare made the leader wander why was he staring at him.
“Khan, why did you do that?” he yelled at him in rage for all that killing and injuries to our camp, you caused it to all. “You were an encouraging guy of us all but then why all of a sudden you turned like this?”
That man smirked at him replying “Does it really matters?”
“What?” surprised the leader by hearing this unexpected reply.
“Does it really matters? Especially to YOU about why I am doing did this? You flitty man”. He pounced at him attacking but the man dodged it this by stepping aside. He was filled in confusion that why was he attacking hi all of a sudden in such a hatred.
“Khan! You can explain me. You aren’t well to” he noticed this man was weakened by his nervous breaking down but as the fact goes:
Men are as solid as rock.
This same was going on him.
Khan wasn’t ready to fall on his knees from his sufferings. His intention was at killer level, ready to tear an alive human into ribs by his bare hands. The worse was the victim to face this was man in front of him.
“Khan…..” cried the man out. The attacker stood up replying,
“I won’t reply you now. Once you come under the slap of a coffin build by ME. I will tell you at that moment….. then that will make you regard till your roaming soul!”
“STOP IT!!” shouted the leader.
In a moment of second, Khan ran to him and grabbed the leader neck’s intro his both palm, threw him on the ground and sat “EH! EH! LET GO….”choked the leader, holding both the attacker’s forearm, struggling to let him free. He opened his left eyes asking “uh….. why are you doing?”.
To his surprise, the attacker’s eyes were straight into the victim clear ball as both could view each other’s reflection from their mirror eyes however, the attacker’s eyes were soaked, half drown in clear liquid.
What was this?
Tears?
Water?
Sweats?
Medicine?
any of these, then why were his eyes affected by it. On the reply, Khan said, “You are not yet into that stage to get answers let me squeeze it MORE”. He pressed his fingertips pressed in pressure on his leader’s neck that stuck the man’s breathe into his chest. He struggled let him go trying to pull away the hands, kicking his legs in madness, as his mouth began to pour out saliva. His vision went blur at the same time the eyes balls started to move up.
“YES! YES!” laughed Khan as he kept pressing the neck, enjoying his leader’s every single breathe fading away soon. HE will be the one to take away this man’s life.
One more pressing and he was dead when suddenly a bright golden web light appeared beside Khan due to which his grip went loose when he saw that all of a sudden a long leg stretched out of the light, kicked Khan straight on the face and threw him away from the leader’s deadline. He flew straight to the clothing wall of the tent, fell hard on the ground taking the entire tent off and got covered under it.
From the golden portal two knights stepped out, closing the entire behind. The first one was tall, having red long hairs till his back with gaia colored eyes, a sharp grin always printed on his face. He wore the silver knight armor with tall boots till his thighs with grey covering and grey under color of his cape with the symbol of knight printed at the center of the long cape known for attending his cases in a sharp observation, this Knight along with his company stood scanning the palace when he said,
“Allison, we made it on time!” he gazed up at the wide red sky, turning puzzled and question, “Say, where’s the tent? I am sure the location detected a point inside the leader’s tent, but we are outside”.
“JULIN!” called Allison from behind to the first Knight’s name “he’s here buddy! struggling for life”.
“Oh dear!” he ran to the body that lay half dead. Julin ran to the left, placed his hand on the man’s chest.
A screen opened over his palm reading the pumping of his heart
dim… dim…… dim….. dim…..dum
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