"CHAPTER 12: A BATTLE OF BLADES"

“A battle of blades indeed, as Aamir unsheathed his twin bladed clevers from two sides of his hips and the man in the suit unleashed his blades with fiber optic wires attached to at the handle of each of the blades hovering in the air with its electromagnetic pulse. Selijuk brought out his dagger and his shotgun pistol despite it being the weak item in the arena yet even without an audience to entertain, Aamir dashed towards the man in the suit with an intention deliever pain but instead it was Aamir who felt the pain as the blades of the man with the suit each launched a spearlike attack as the wires stretched out like an elastic band. So sudden it was that each scratch on aamir’s thigh, shoulder and face was like lightening blow, a blow to the confidence of a man who wielded many weapons across the world. Yet the curls of the cleavers by his hand remain as the cleaver was shifted forward to each blade that hurled to the main parts of his body and deflected each one. Whilst the remaining blades penetrated parts of his skin, it came dashing back as the fiber optic wires came slithering back like a wrinch machine that drags the wires back to its position. Aamir noticed this and at the moment the blades were within his proxmity, Aamir swirled himself around as he returned his cleavers back to its position and brought out his usual dagger in the front part of his waist. Each blade hurled was a blade that was pushed away as Aamir hit each blade on its flat side with the exception of one. It took Aamir into a slight shock as he thought he was skilled enough, agile enough and competent enough to deal with this. Yet it seemed he wasn’t as another unexpected blade came from his blind spot and yet this error was dealt with by Selijuk himself who brought out his shotgun pistol and shot the blade which was strong enough to hurl a single blade far beyond a mere deflection but a state of chaos as the man in the suit slightly involuntarily shifted his body rightwards. ‘Dirty merecenary heretics of the council spreading their corruption again. Aamir…yes I know you, You might claim to follow the teachings of the shaykh. But it is I who truly follows him and you are false claimant. It is my intention to not only to kill you but also to let you submerge with your filthy body like the rest of your filth you filthy heretic.’ After Aamir heard him say that, he saw the man in the suit as a mirror but the mirror cracked as the blades came out of the cracks. No more daydreaming. This is a real battle. A battle of blades and clash of blades as Aamir kept deflecting, moving one place to another as the man in the suit stood where he was as his blades with the fiber optic wires attached danced around Aamir as it began to corner him and the space grew smaller, smaller and smaller until Aamir hit a wall and it was at that moment the man in the suit who withheld one blade threw it immediately thrown at a Aamir at terrifying speed with the wire stretching across the room. Selijuk with a scarcity of bullets began aiming at that one blade and it blew away again and in his angry utterance the man in the suit said, ‘You again! I prioritised in trying to defeat this heretic yet you keep getting in my…’ The man in the suit gasped as he didn’t realise that Selijuk was dashing towards him with metal knuckles by his hand as he placed his left foot on the ground and with his right leg stretching to the back as he twisted his body rightwards until he unleashed he twisted it back like richochet as he unleashed a hook punch on his flank. Bones were cracked. The crack of Selijuk’s bones as he clashed with the hidden armour of the man in the suit yet this didn’t stop Aamir from noticing an opportunity. A window or the passing air in the crack of a mirror as he dashed forward from the wall to the man in the suit as he brought out his executioner blade with his two hands gripping the handle so tightly like the rope he once held before as he swifted his blade to the man’s neck. But to the shock to Aamir the blade did not penetrated the armour and it actually broke. The man in the suit tutted as he moved back with the wires, coming back like a wrinch machine, returns to the outer armoured head of the man in the suit with the blade coming behind Aamir and in frustration Aamir took out a dagger, a dagger he rarely used but not using it was a dagger to his pride and with his right hand, he seized upon the dagger and bended his elbow to himself and bent it forward till both his arm straightened and the tip of the blade began inserting into the armour of the man in suit…Verily the man in the suit was now in acute danger.”