Blood splashed out and the held blade lost its shine and laid on the ground. Breaths had kept within lungs. Got no way out of wonder. The killing field fell in silence. Sohar turned his head, the glitter of dirk teased Shohar's eyes . He learnt the intention behind that crafty expression of bulky man. So picked up the fallen sword and cut off the hand which was aiming to cheat and kill his king's brother. "You Rascal how dare you?" He cried out.
The man roared out of pain grabbed his wrist. His blood scattered out. From the wrist to downward then flew over and stretched down on the sands, changed its color. The man ran around like a chicken with its head cut off. He was screaming like a wounded monster. The guards rushed on the sand ring and took him away. Unlike their huge body they have gotten small null brains. While he was getting out of the ring shouted, "Bring my hand idiots".
One of the guards returned and wrapped it over a piece of textile and ran out rapidly.
