"CHAPTER 13: A CORNERED RAT."

“And verily the bleeding commenced. Out came the red sea as a reminder of his natural side of being a human being after being twisted and turned by the churns of metal both physically and mentally. It was indeed a sharp wound that chewed on the ego of such a man in the suit who portrayed himself as being an exceptional person guarded with metallic armour and fiber optics cables keeping the filth at bay. Angered by this strike upon his self, the man in the suit went berserk in ballistic manner such that his bladed tentacles which stretched to a multitude of areas within the sewers shifted from a state that acted in harmony with his subtle malovence yet instead it moved in a dissonance, outwardly it seemed, but in alignment with a new state of the man of the suit. A state of rage. After being shattered by this wound, the man in the suit attacked aimlessly. Both Aamir and Aamir bled with several cuts to their body as they weren’t able evade such attacks.Whilst Selijuk was able to endure it, Aamir with already so many cuts, cuts to his legs, cuts to his arms and cuts to his body, Aamir was in a state of exhaustion. But yet this exhaustion didn’t chain him from sprinting across the sewer like a cornered rat with little choice in the matter. Indeed he was able to execute many choices. Yet his self, his aim and his desire, converged to a narrow set of choices as running away was not a choice that Aamir took into consideration into this fight. For he was negated association with being the cornered rat, But the questioned remained who is the cornered rat in the sewers today? Is it Selijuk or is it the man in the suit who shouted, ‘You filthy heretics, who are not even worth the fur of rat, have come to try to corner me? Me?!?! Let I present to you my ghayra for whom I refer to as shaykh which you whom have no ghayra towards’. It was at this moment the tentacles with its blades attached began treading further into the route towards something even more chaotic. More chaotic than the chaos that devestated Persia. Which put Aamir into reminding himself of the struggles he once experienced before. Yet such similitude towards that and here are two different thing as there were various more struggles during that time. And now is a struggle to see a pattern in the moving tentacles. With his sword which he swerved to one end to another, he continued deflecting but some blades didn’t seem to land on him at all. After all it was chaotic. Blades hitting the barren walls, Blades hitting the floor and being contaminated by the sewage wastage in the water and even hitting the side of the wall as the tentacles of the man in the suit kept swarming the space with his blades cut layer upon layer upon layer. Yet the chaos that was presented here did not exclude the presence of someone else as it was followed by the presence of Selijuk, intensified in last minutes or so began to proceed with attacking with his dagger as he swayyed through the tentacles that were flying in the air. The man in the suit was screeching. Screeching in pain. Screeching in anger and screeching in rage that his screeches deafened to the sound of the shotgun bullet that penetrated through the wound which even shocked the likes of Aamir as he awakened to the potential to the new recruit: Selijuk. Now who is the cornered rat now?’”