Sohajan's vision was completely blocked, all he could see were afterimages of Sourav running around. Tons of dust was churned up that rose higher into the air, revolving around, taking the form of a mini storm. Whereas Sohajan was trapped by Sourav at the center of that storm.
Out of nowhere a shadow bolted out of the dust clouds towards Sohajan with an astonishing speed, before Sohajan could even notice, that shadow had flashed right next to him, chills ran down his sline, his entire body trembled, and before Sohajan could react to his instincts, a fatal punch landed on his chest that made him stagger.
He tried to follow the shadow, but the shadow again disappeared in the storm within moments. Sohajan's eyes darted all around following Sourav's steps, but he was too fast to even see, sometimes all he could see were his afterimages, causing him to be distracted, and another blow would land on him.
This followed with more such instances. Sourav sprang out from the dust clouds several times as he rained down a barrage of his shadow punches on Sohajan, without even giving him any time to recover, Sohajan continuously took those blows as he wasn't even able to evade Sourav's attacks due to low visibility.
SPIT SPIT SPIT
Sohajan knelt down, as he spat the blood that swooped into his mouth. Sohajan grinded his teeth as pain continuously pulsed throughout his body. He looked at the storm spinning around him 'this couldn't be a low level technique, it must be an intermediate level technique or even higher.'
With this realization, an idea struck his mind. Sohajan immediately began chanting a mantra while flashing some hand mudras with an insane speed, from the dust clouds, as Sourav spotted this action of Sohajan, he dashed towards him to deliver another blow, however, before he could do so, Sohajan raised his fist high above and slammed it down in sweeping arc like a hammer on the ground.
The ground beneath was already weak from Sourav's bursts earlier, which was now completely shattered into pieces, out of which most rock pebbles and stone rubbles were sprayed around like cannonballs, tearing through everything, even the dust clouds were blown away from the force of the hammer fist.
Out of those rubbles even hit Sourav which sent him flying off into the distance. Sourav crashed down and dragged away for a few meters before he was smashed into a thick wall of a nearby monuments, causing the monument to splinter even more. Within just a fraction of a second, more chunks of debris fell down where Sourav was.
Sohajan stared with emotionless eyes as he thought that Sourav was dead for good. As he turned around to walk away out of that blood slick area to examine the current situation. Suddenly he heard rustling of stone grinding against each other, which halted his steps. At the very next moment, the pile of debris burst away in the air, raining around in torrent.
A blur figure walked out, which was clearly Sourav, he had a menacing smile stretched across his face. His teeth were painted red with his blood. Where as his face was covered in injuries, blood gushing out from them uncontrollably, soaking his face in blood red as well. Tons of blood drilled down his jaw, mixed with specks of dust, even sticking to his clothes and face.
Sohajan took his stance, but as he moved, he felt something restricting his movements, looking down all he saw was his battle armor, completely battered and broken from the deadly shadow punches he had had taken. Keeping it on him further more would only be a burden, realizing this, Sohajan grabbed his armor and scrapped it away. He even removed his gauntlets which were completely blown up to pieces due to the powerful attacks he had delivered and deflected with them. Now his only worry was to defend and counter against Sourav's speed blows.
Sourav stood just a few steps away from him. He rose his right hand, revealing a pill that shone with under the bloody dark shade of the environment. Sourav placed that pill in his mouth, and shoved it down his throat in one gulp, while squinting his eyes.
"Empowerment concoction!"
As Sohajan saw this, his eyes widened and he dashed towards Sourav, but it was too late. Sourav's muscles tensed up, his nerves bulged out even more and a new kind of energy began to surge in him. He opened his eyes, which were now deep red due to blood. He began to take heavy breathes as he glanced at Sohajan and moved towards him.
"You will die at my hands. No one can save you now
"Hahhahahaha," laughed like a menace.
"Don't you dare touch him," a feminine voice roared from the other end of the street.
Sourav turned around to find a young woman with scars and bruise on her face, her hairs tied into tight bun that hung behind her head, clad in a silver armor which was mostly battered, bearing deep scratch marks and stains of blood all over it, with a sword hanging on her waist.
"Sohika!" Sourav was shocked.
"Sister!" Sohajan exclaimed "He is a traitor." He said with rage fueling his words.
Sohika immediately drew out he sword with a sharp metallic shing, cutting through the she raised the sword in the and leapt towards Sourav, seeing the opportunity Sohajan too leapt towards him with his fist high above his head, ready to smash into Sourav any time.
As Sourav looked at both the brother and sister, ready to crush him in between, he jumped away, effortlessly evading both of their attacks, distancing several steps away from them. Sohika and Sohajan halted at their place as they glared at Sourav with a murderous intent.
"Do you guys really think you can kill me now?" Sourav queried sarcastically.
"Even though we can't do it now, I promise that we will make you pay for this, no matter when!" Sohika replied with a bloody aura lingering around, her blood stained sword and armor increased her amplified the impact of her cold figure even more, a testament of how she had done a bloodshed just before arriving there.
"Then try it." Sourav said.
"HAAAAA!" Sohika bolted towards Sourav, but before she could even swing her blood bathed sword, the Sourav in front of turned into a blurred figure before completely disappearing into dust. Turned out he chose to retreat instead of fighting these mad siblings, and fled away.
Sohika plunged her sword into the ground as she grinded her teeth at this scene. She then turned to Sohajan and walked to him, she checked his injuries,
"Are you okay?
"We can't even get immediate medications right now!"
"Yeah, I am alright,
"But how did you survive the assassins?" Sohajan asked.
"I somehow fled!"Sohika answered.
"What about other members, and our troops?"
"Unfortunately most of our deployed troops were killed by the assassins or beasts, where as the ones in the clan base died fighting the Masaan troops.
"Still some of our members are still alive and we need to get to them for help!" Sohika replied.
"Alright you guide me!" Sohajan said as he picked up a sword lying at a corner near a corpse.
Sohika shook her head as she indicated for Sohajan to follow her and ran into a particular direction, where as Sohajan followed her suit.
***
HOOOOOWWWWWLLLLLL
The colossal wolf was drenched in gore, its massive figure perched atop the tallest monument in center of Kashvyagiri city. Rivulets of blood streamed down it claws, which were driven deep into the stone, breaking it like brittle bones. The beast tilted it's monstrous head and let out an ear rending howl, sounding like a death call it surged through the entire city. Chunks of torn flesh still clung to its fangs, and globs of blood oozed out from its hanging jaws, trickling down it's throat as sacrificial offerings. It's eyes were feral, deranged and filled with bloodlust, asking for more meals.
It appeared like a crimson abomination, a living massacre painted in the shades of red. It's very presence was enough to make even grown warriors piss themselves, those who locked eyes with it didn't see a predator, they saw death, raw and inevitable. The beast hadn't come to kill, it had come to feast.
Surrounding the blood drenched monstrosity were four lonely figure who balancing themselves atop shattered monuments like sentinels of protection. Their cloaks fluttered in the foul wind, soaked partly in sweat, and partly in the stench of bloodshed that hung heavy in the air. There eyes locked, muscles taut, they formed a brutal crosshair that targeted the beast before them.
They were not mere individuals but the four captains of the royal soldiers, ready with a new task to put down the crimson wolf or die trying. Their auras clashed violently against the crimson wolf's oppressive presence, but it remained unfazed as it's manic grin widened even more. Now, this wasn't a fight, not a hunt anymore, but an execution waiting to happen on the either side.