After pure 4 hours of annoying nagging, aching bones, sweating dripping down my forehead I was there. I had sent Kattapa down four days before with the troops that Mahendra had sent. If my prediction was right a Kalakeya battle was going to happen, I could feel it and when I got there what I saw was before me was incredible. A fighting mess, blood and screams. I looked back to where Arendra was standing. Worry was evident on his face. I gripped my sword and rain in to attack, taking the lead Arendra followed me. Kattapa who now had a new blood scar across his hand was figting a one-legged man with 2 sword, even in his lack of leg, his technique was faultless. After 5 mins of solid fighting with him, he let a strangled gasp and fell onto the ground. Arendra was standing behind him, his sword now blood soaked. I grabbed the man by the hair and that's when I noticed something. Something amazing. His right arm, a blood tatoo. It was rare these days, a blood tattoo, only to symbolise a blood bond to the king, I looked up to see Arendra's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as well. I stepped back and ran over to all the other Kalakeya tribe, even though I was disgusted by their filthiness. I was just to curious. I grabber them by the shoulder and ignored their wince of pain. Same, same, all the same. The same symbol, Of course them having a symbol didn't bother me. They always had symbols, snakes, and evil spirits their arms were full of them. But a blood tattoo was very, very unusal. But what bothered me was the symbol I saw.
A lion, a symbol of Bahubali.
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Bahubali Sequel - Fanfiction
FanfictionFanfiction - The story about the sons of Mahendra Bahubali, their rivalry, love, respect and the future of mahishmati. With a big twist that will change everything.