Kasar - A tale of revenge.

Chapter 28

"After the battle, sharpen your knife."

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Trigger Warning: Blood spill and graphical violence. Please do not continue if you are sensitive to it. You can skip the paragraph to the end and read the last lines, it doesn't contain much plot anyways.

Location: Outskirts of Bonanza, West gate.

Mahira's POV

Sighing, I grab my stomach and look at the spot covered in blood. Fucking bastards! I knocked out 10 of them, before this giant squidward took over the entire squad. He declared long ago that I had to kill, infact kill, only him to win the tournament. I obviously, disagreed. And that's how I'm bending down, clutching on to my wounded body, splitting blood. All of the assholes hoot Kraven's name. That's the dude I'm against. He even broke my handcuffs.

"Last chance, madam." For a fucker, he gives enough respect to me.
I sit back, and lean on both of my hands, looking up. Wiggling my feet, I gather all the frustration, focusing it on one aspect. I take a brief look at Abir, and other men who are chortling because they think I have given up. Wiping my mouth, I rip my loose shirt's cloth. Silence falls upon the entire ring. Abir scrutinises me from where he's sitting, chilling with a martini, while I'm bleeding the fuck out.

"You know, Kraven, I used to be a dainty little girl." I start talking, tying the piece of cloth against my right hand knuckles, soaking it with blood.
"Then I joined CBI. I had a single agenda. Kill him." I point at Abir. Kraven and others scoff.
"Now, I don't think he deserves my wrath. He's too cheap for my revenge." I smile widely, tying my other knuckle with the material quickly.
"So you'll be my rag doll for tonight. And I won't go easy on you." I wink earning a snicker.

That boosts my ego. Don't let your opponent know that you have weaknesses. Do not show them a shred of fear. Because it's a natural tendency, to think that if someone's talking about their strength, then they're showing off. That's how you fuel their confidence. Let them think that you're flaunting. But in the end, surprise them that you are really worth all of the words you spat. That you can knock them dead.

Cracking my neck, I drag a deep breath and spread my left long front, bringing my hands infront of my face. I've been training with the Youxia, for four years. He has taught me every technique, every move, and every stance that exists in Shaolin KungFu.

And I'm an assassin, who's been on countless CBI missions. A single con of mine is the wound. Lot of blood has already been lost and I need to regulate my breathing to initiate a big ass clotting. But it seems impossible with another fight already starting.

Kraven smirks, and stands with his hands covering his head.
"Hope you don't cheat, madam." He sniggers. I chuckle, relaxing my position, giving him the chance to land anything on me, a punch, kick, something. But he misses as soon as I step aside.
"Sad, I was going to use a tactic against you." He snarls and moves. Again he misses. I play this game for another minute and watch him grow tired. That's when I lunge and kick his face with my leg. He staggers behind and swivels.

"Everyone of my opponent remarked that my kick was strong enough to make them feel pregnancy pain, is that true Kraven?" I laugh.

He quickly tries to hold me down but I crawl beneath his arms and land my elbow on his back repeatedly, while he punches my wound, eliciting more blood out of it. I scream and hit his bald head, and put my leg on the back of his knee, to twist his hands behind him. That earns me a painful groan.