Beginnings Chapter One (1) - The Ghost Of India: Lineage

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"यह समय है।

I land the first blow, my sword coming close to piercing his chest, but his instinct is good.
He pushes my sword away from me and swipes my leg, making me fall to the ground.
As he lunges towards me with his sword to lay the final blow, I move out of the way, his sword digging down into the sand.
It's my chance.
I swing my sword, aiming for the head.
He gets up just in time, but not quickly enough to avoid my blow.
He might've avoided his beheading, but his arm is no more.
Stefan groans in pain as he looks me dead in the eye.
Stefan: "It's not over yet, Punjabi."
He picks up his sword with his other arm, enduring the mass amount of bleeding and pain he is going through.
He swings at me but I swing my blade just in time to knock his sword out of his hand.
Punjabi: "It's joever lil bro."
Stefan: "No.."
Stefan: "It will be."
Punjabi: "What are your last words, Stefan?"
Stefan: "Every.. opp.. shot.."
Stefan pulls out a strange object, sort of like a portable cannon.
I do what my instinct tells me, I cut his head off.
But seconds before his beheading, he fires at my chest, specifically around my heart area.
As his head drops on the ground, leaving a trail of blood with it, I drop with it.
The sand beneath me turns red, I fall..
Punjabi has killed Stefan, but at what cost?