[…] Bramin turned his head around. He found the way back now barred, by what appeared to be two gigantic similar-looking men. Probably twins, he thought.
He stepped forward, mentally steeling himself, slowly making his way to where the trio stood; waiting, with evil smirks across their faces.
He opted to head for the target which seemed simplest to quickly take out. The young boy. Strategically, it was the logical option. The boy appeared to possess ranged weapons, which could be used to shoot at Bramin from a distance, and hamper him in his fight. A headache he did not want to face.
” Hello! What do you sweet gentlemen want, at this early hour? he said, closing in on them, I am in a hurry. I have somewhere to be. And, the journey to get here was not a cakewalk.”
The unconcerned sun began to point its nose in the horizon. Sending streaks of light splashing into the streets. Allowing Bramin to better assimilate his surroundings.
Suddenly, the stooge-looking fellow approached with an assured smile. However, Bramin could see the man was not confident. What betrayed him? His speed, he walked too slowly, too cautiously, clearly wary of the young man facing him. He took his time and made sure not to get in Bramin’s range, or, what he thought was his range.
“We are exhausted as well from our own journey. It would make it easier for everyone if you simply handed over your possessions without making us have to take your life.” He sized Bramin up with a quick glance then said ” You are fairly young, don’t waste the years your mother spent caring for you by being reckless.”
Here we go, thought Bramin. Now the words had been spoken, there was no going back. Either he would do as they told him and risk being gutted all the same, or, they would fight and, someone would die. What remained to be decided was: whom?. He was severely outnumbered, his only chance hanged on whether he could outclass them in terms of skills and outsmart them. Silence pervaded the air. Weighing on everyone’s mind.
“I prefer the two other options, Bramin filled his voice full of intimidation and power, I live and you let me pass through unobstructed. Or, you attempt to stop me, fail miserably, die in regret and I take possessions off some lifeless cadavers. Yours. All of yours.”
The stooge-looking fellow, grabbing the hilt of his sword, looked over his shoulder and said ” Well, we gave him the choice now, didn’t we? Whatever happens now, is destiny’s will.” The two others smiled stupidly back.
Bramin drew his sword. Pulling on its haft until it hung high up in the air. And, brought it down on him with one swift strike across the chest. The speed of the strike made it barely visible to the naked eye. The man hardly had the time to spin his head back to admire the scarlet result. His face showed incredulity as he starred down at the line on his thorax from which blood now spurted out, like an erupting volcano. *Clank* He sank to the ground and remained there. Forever.
The smiling duo ahead now looked quite grim. Their smiles had been wiped off their faces along with Bramin’s strike. What remained was O-gaping mouths followed by ugly grimaces.
Bramin leapt forward. Rushing towards the young boy. The two giants behind finally reacted and started running after him, but, it was too late. Bramin reached the boy and, using the blunt edge of his sword, attempted to knock the boy out. On his right, the one that had looked like the leader rushed forth and parried the strike with great effort. Pushed back by the strike, he landed squarely his rump. I should have used the slicing edge, thought Bramin admonishing himself, then, there would be two of him right now.
Before he could get back to his feet, Bramin rushed towards him – sword raised high up. Abruptly, he felt a blade dig into his ribs. Damn! Forgot the kid! Bramin pulled a small star-shaped blade out of his sides and threw it towards the gigantic mammoths heading his way. Then, he ran. Past the boy, leaping over the man on his back; Dodging, as more flying-stars were sent his way.
He backed up in a tight sombre alley and waited. This time, they would have to come to him. As prey now became predator. Blood flowed down to his sides but he remained sharp as a sword. Ready. For, whatever would come next, he had already played out in his head […]
Written by Issa Dioume
Author’s website: thebiligualwriter.com
Previous part of the story:
A TUMULTUOUS VOYAGE (Part 6)