The Senintel

Part:A

1750 BC- a Small kingdom in India. 

He was breathing heavily,his muscles tiring,the blood was all around showcasing the lethal battle that happened just minutes back,He looked across the 4 bodies lying lifeless soaked in blood,he tooo had some minor scars around his body,He was tall and masculine and very strong,still he was tired. 

 He held his sword close to his body and started moving forward,he got out from the room and was now at the tail end of a long corridor,the exit was at the opposite side of corridor, "i have to reach there fast",he thought of himself,he looked back for a second to make sure that his backbag was safe and secure,then he began walking first slowly then gradually increasing speed,and then he began running,taking all his strength and forgetting all his pains,he finally reached at the end of passage the door was open he slowly stepped outside the hall,it was dark still the moonlight and firebow illuminted decent amount of light across,he sat on the stair finally getting some rest,"i should wait for some more time and get to the king"he breathed heavily and slowly closed his eyes.

 "Manikyaaa" a call from the darkness woke him up,he slightly looked sideways, a bald man with a sowrd in his hand came from the darkness "I am pretty impressed with you,you have managed to escape from 4 of my men" he smiled. "What do you want"Manikyan asked raising his voice "We just want the thing lying on your back,just give it us you are free to leave"he replied. 

"i dont waste time discussing impossible things"Manikyan replied 

 "let's reach a pact,you give us the thing and in return you are welcomed at pour country a warrior like you will always welcomed there unlike here,think about it Manikyaa you are not a slave trying to protect the ancient old tresure,just come to our country you will be the cheif leader" the bald man said 

Maniyan stayed silent trying his best to hold the rage "You speak more,you are done"Manikyan replied with raised voice.

 The Bald man's face turned pale,"You have dragged to choose the bad way" he growned and made a wishling sound,and then moments later 7 figures came up front. 

 "Let's leave all to battle,win and protect the treasure or lose your life"the bald man said again.

 Manikyan was not worried he looked around bald guy, six swordsman, one crossbow, they were almost thirty paces out, their faces cocky and wary, might be better to attacking into one at a time, he released his backpack and leaved it inisde the room ,"You are free to take this,after taking my life" he commanded,then he draws his sword, immediately taking a defensive stance.

  The group watching this closely draw their swords, and they too stand there in their defence posture, the man with the crossbow raises it to a point setting his target on Manikyan and stood still, holding his breath ready to shoot at any time "Shoot" the chief cried.

 The crossbowman, immediately shoots targeting Manikyan, the bow fiercely flies through air. Manikyan stood still for a second and immediately draws the sword and deflects the bow to the ground, all eyes stunned to see the lighting move he just made, Manikyan then gets his sword back in original position and looks burningly at the group calling them for attack. 

Manikyan then moves forward towards them not running directly at the group, instead he began circles them to the right. One of the swordsmen takes the initiative, running at Manikyan directly. He twirls the sword from left to right to avoid a head on slash from Manikyan and planning to slash at him from above, but Manikyan sensing the move lunged his sword into the man's throat from the side, and ripped it out savagely. 

 Then came 2 swords one from behind and one from front, planning to attack simultaneously The one coming from behind was one step in front of the other, and Manikyan pirouettes to his left and blocks the slash that was swung at him, he then kicked him with his leg tightly making the swordman off balance, Manikyan then slashed him across the face making him down, Manikyan then turns to his right, dodges the sword swung at his head by the other one, Manikyan dodged down kneeling close on the ground slashes the second one's ankle. He then grabs that his head and moves it in the way of an incoming bow shot by the crossbow, the bow fiercely struck through his face he too was down. Manikyan shoves his body away and gets back in feet, defensively as he saw another swordsman rushes him. Knowing surprise won't work, he posts up in front of Manikyan in a defensive posture.