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King Adigun danced atop his wounded leg, dodging and weaving incoming blows and doing his best to knock out his opponents with one quick and rather sleek strike. It was easier conserving energy that way and it was better fighting with his knuckles than having to swing his sword. More so, using his sword meant he stood the chance of causing serious injuries to the same people he was trying to protect.

"How daft can you be to listen to Bahadur?' he asked some of the fighters he brought to their knees. "How daft can you be to think this man will show you mercy when he takes charge of the kingdom under his wings?"

King Adigun broke a man's ankle and cast him to the ground before dealing the same fate to another Brinda fighter who had charged at him. His body coursed dangerously with copious amount of adrenalin, and his eyes looked straight ahead to where the slender framed and yet ruthlessly sleek King sat with a woman bare-chested seated atop his legs.

An Indian by birth but not in practice, as evident y his various actions which wouldn't stand on Indian soil, King Adigun wondered how he managed to actually sway their thoughts and preside over their desires to the point they picked up arms against their King. Talks about Bahadur were as true as they had been told; dangerous, manipulative and wealthy enough to buy loyalty without needing to raise his finger.

"How much could he have given you?' King Adigun fumed while he forged ahead and broke through the ranks with nothing but his bare fists.

His clothes bore tears all around with wounds from blades peeking out. The bleeding injuries only spore him on and with the desire to bring the man responsible to justice, he danced his way through the clashing swords and finally came within some good feet from King Bahadur.

"Stop!" the King yelled, calling the battlefield to silence while Bahadur simply stared at him with a raised brow and an unbothered expression on his face from where he sat.

The land fell absolutely silent and the clashing swords ceased for a while.

"How much did you pay them to pick up sword against your own family?" King Adigun asked. "How much was your souls worth for someone as scrupulous as this to sway your thoughts!?"

King Adigun turned his back to Bahadur but not for long; it could be a risky move he would regret for whatever short life he had to live. With the King before him, he saw no need to ask for honor and he definitely saw no need to expect one.

Bahadur slapped the naked woman off of his thighs and got to his feet. He clapped his hands over and over and again until Kin Adigun was tired of having to listen to the mockery in it.

"I had expected you to get here sooner and maybe even have lesser cuts but who could blame a King who has fed on Indian food and gotten lazy at the one thing the world used to know him for?" Bahadur asked, laughing in an irritating high pitched tone. "I sure as hell wouldn't be able to do half of what you did had I been in your shoes. I commend you, Prince Adigun of Chiroma".

The thinly veiled insult was not lost to King Adigun; being referred to as Prince simply denoted he had not been accepted as the King of Brinda by the man and it only stirred his uneasiness about Bahadur.

"I don't know what you've heard about me but I am indeed your worst nightmare right about now. I must also commend you for making it easy for me", the man continued. "I never would have had this much sway on these people had you not handed them to me on a platter".

Feeling a little confused, King Adigun relaxed his stance and his awareness of his surrounding while he tried to make sense of what the man was trying to say.