-------------🙏"Namaste"🙏-------------
Meanwhile, observing the situation, Nikhil made a decision to join forces with Shiven. Seeing Shiven temporarily down on the ground, Nikhil charged at Tanuj with a chakram in his right hand. He launched the chakram in a circular path, keeping Tanuj within its circumference, while simultaneously closing the distance between them. Tanuj, taken aback by Nikhil's unexpected approach, reacted swiftly, attempting to strike first. But Nikhil skillfully blocked the attack with his wrist, and just as the chakram completed its semi-circle, Tanuj agilely dodged, adopting a squatting stance.
Taking a step back in the midst of their exchange, Tanuj, with swift actions, transformed his ordinary sticks into a formidable weapon: a long-handled hammer pulsating with the raw power of water elemental energy. With resolute determination, he swung down the hammer with precision, aiming straight at Nikhil, who swiftly braced himself by positioning his elbow as a defensive shield.
As the hammer was about to land its crushing blow, a sudden twist unfolded. The chakram, having completed its one and a half rotations, seamlessly returned to Nikhil's waiting hand. In a display of remarkable coordination, he effortlessly caught the spinning chakram and, with a fluid motion, skillfully redirected the force of Tanuj's hammer strike, causing it to miss its mark and dissipate into nothingness.
Seizing the opportunity, Nikhil capitalized on his agile momentum, launching a well-timed back kick that connected with precision. The impact sent Tanuj hurtling backward, dragging along the ground.
Struggling to regain his footing, Tanuj used his hand for support and quickly retrieved his stick. Consumed by anger, he rotated his sword parallel to his body, generating an intense circle of water that formed the shape of needles. In a cold voice, Tanuj proclaimed, "Water Needles," and launched them at Nikhil with precision.
Nikhil, unable to defend against the onslaught of water needles, used his Chakram to shield his face, enduring the barrage while protecting Shiven, who was attempting to rise to his feet. Nikhil let out a pained moan as one of the needles pierced his wounded leg, making him kneel.
Tanuj, fueled by anger and determined to avenge his family, closed the distance between himself and the kneeling Nikhil. Meanwhile, Shiven managed to regain his footing and charged at Tanuj with all his remaining strength. However, Tanuj, controlled by his anger, summoned a water snake from the earth and launched a powerful attack at Shiven, sending him flying backward. Tanuj didn't stop there; he continued his assault and targeted Nikhil, dragging him along the ground as well. Nikhil found himself senseless, unable to feel anything as he lay on the ground.
Filled with rage, Tanuj generated compressed shards of water and directed them at Nikhil, emphasizing his point about the futility of their actions. His voice turned cold as he declared, "It was pointless, it was all for nothing in the end. This is how it ends, as we warned." With those words, he unleashed all the water shards at once. However, just before the shards could pierce Nikhil, they shattered into water droplets that evaporated, leaving behind a thin veil of smoke. Tanuj watched as the smoke dissipated, revealing Shiven's voice from within, "The time for speeches ends here. Now, the real death match begins."
As the smoke cleared, Shiven emerged holding a giant blue sword. It was the same wooden sword as before, but now it was enveloped in an intense and overflowing energy, shedding its weight while increasing its deadly prowess. Now, wielding it felt like wielding a swift gust of wind. The energy was compressed, making the sword sharper than any metal blade. a single drop of the blade could cut through the air with chilling precision. Additionally, the energy doubled the sword's size, extending it to Shiven's chest with a width of half a foot.
Shiven's words frustrated Tanuj, prompting him to unleash another series of water shards. However, Shiven deflected them effortlessly as he advanced closer to Tanuj. Sensing Shiven's proximity, Tanuj launched a water snake, but Shiven swiftly pierced it in the middle and followed up with a direct sword attack. Tanuj covered his stick with water to block the strike, but the force was overwhelming. The sharpness of the intense energy sliced through the stick, narrowly missing Tanuj. A surge of doubt and fear consumed Tanuj, once again crippling him under the weight of Shiven's demonic aura. Seizing the opportunity, Shiven landed a powerful kick, sending Tanuj crashing to the ground.
At that moment, Tanuj found himself lying on the ground, overwhelmed by self-doubt and plagued by unanswered questions. Meanwhile, Kamna and Nikhil, who had been observing the battle, were surprised by Shiven's dominance. Kamna felt a sense of satisfaction seeing Shiven overpowering their opponents, while Nikhil worried about Shiven and the fact that he may seem intent on killing Tanuj. As time passed, the moonlight gradually faded, giving way to the dawn of morning.
Shiven closed the distance to Tanuj, preparing to strike again with immense force. Terrified, Tanuj rolled to dodge the attack and swiftly countered with his own strike, simultaneously changing his position. However, Shiven responded with a powerful push, sending Tanuj sliding backward. Closing in to finish the battle, Shiven seized his sword, gripping it firmly with his right hand, positioning it downward, poised to deliver a fatal blow aimed at Tanuj's vulnerable throat.
Kamna stood there in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief, as she witnessed Shiven's menacing intent. Meanwhile, Nikhil, his body numb and unable to move, was filled with worry and desperation. The scene before them was tragic—Shiven fixated on eliminating his opponent, while Kamna and Nikhil couldn't even stand to intervene. Nikhil desperately prayed for Shiven to stop, but he could do nothing more than watch in despair.
Summoning all his strength, Nikhil managed to regain a sitting position with a glimmer of hope, but it quickly dissipated as his body betrayed him, causing him to fall back down in shock. In that moment, Nikhil could only watch as the sword descended from Shiven's hand, aimed at Tanuj's vulnerable throat. The unfolding tragedy filled him with profound sorrow and disappointment, knowing that he was powerless to change the course of events.
Just as sword reached to its intended mark, a metal spear intercepted the weapon, deflecting it away. As Shiven recognized the owner of the spear, he experienced a massive forceful kick that propelled him backward, crashing directly into the wall of the living area.
In a heartbeat, Kamna and Nikhil's eyes widened with shock as they witnessed the forceful kick that sent Shiven crashing backward. With hearts pounding, they positioned themselves in front of Shiven, forming a protective barrier, ready to confront the unknown danger that lurked before them. Their bodies may have been numb and battered, but their spirits blazed with determination. Ignoring their own pain and exhaustion, they summoned every ounce of strength they had left to rise their feet. Their love for their friend and a strong sense of duty towards their team fueled their resolve, giving them the strength to stand tall in the face of adversity.
The man watched the scene unfold and wondered about the situation. Then he noticed an old man emerging from the living room.
The old man noticed Shiven and approached him, gripping his head gently as Shiven remained partially conscious. "Oh my! Your injuries are severe," he remarked, his voice filled with worry. "If it has come to this, there is no need to risk your well-being to protect the herbs. Let them steal if it means preserving your health."
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