"Chapter 14:  The Sound"

“As both Aamir and Selijuk marched forward with not only their taste for victory but also their taste for humilating their enemy as their enemy was swirling in pain and as he swirled , swriled and swirled like spiral out of control, the screeching worsened. It was quite painful indeed for him but what came forth after was quite an inhuman type of screeching. A machine like screeching. An audio out of sync that was out of the link of the man in the suit as it did not seemed to be emitted from the man in the suit. Selijuk suddenly stopped in his advances. And as his advances stopped where he trembled. He was shaking his head, his eyes tightening and the fatness of his cheeks dissipating, a moment that felt so long that he thought it took so long to cover his ears as he dropped his shotgun. And yet the machine like screeching penetrated through the gaps of his tightly secured hands against his ear as he was not able to bear it. On the other hand, Aamir with his vitality so apparent he still pressed forward as he took one step and another step as his ears started to bleed, heavily. Yet as he stepped forward the screeching of the man in the suit became more audible but between the gaps where there were sudden pauses in intervals, it was there he desperately shouted, ‘I’m the student of the shaykh…AHHHH……Not you….AHHHH….NOT YOU…AHHHH…You are heretic!…..AHHHH… People such as yourself..AHHHH…are not to be tolerated…AHHHH…Neither you..AHHHH…nor that underling of yours..AHHHH…deserve to be showered by the kindness of my shaykh..AHHHH…instead you are to be pillaged with his violence.’ And at that moment the bladed tentacles became more stable and less chaotic as the man with the suit went into silence but it suddenly then shifted to a much more high pitched screeching as he screamed with his bladed tentacles going crazy again, ‘And with that you, me and that filthy underling are now to be enveloped by my gheerah!’ As the machine like schreeching continued, the man in the suit seized his suit and ripped it off alongside parts of his armour as he suddenly opened his suit and what was attached was explosive indeed for it was actual explosives attached underneath. At that moment Aamir panicked with a tightening of his face where he was more eagered to press forward, where he drew several of his kunai from his pockets and launched it at the bladed tentacles however they were deflected away but he drew his blade toward the wound of the man with no suit but as Aamir rushed towards him, a familiar face came, the woman who resided into the tower appeared again as she emerged from the darkness of the sewers Selijuk and Aamir entered a temporary state of shock but since they were so focused on the man without the suit, they paid little attention to the woman and neither did the woman as she instantly shot a bullet towards the man without the suit which again the man without the suit deflected of course however due to the impact of the bullet which wasn’t like many other bullets he was blown away both in astonishment but also physically. It was at that moment the machine like screeching stopped. The man without the suit moved his hands away from the switch as he knew it was unlike him to do such a thing when he thought he wasn’t in state of severe hardship and he turned his head towards the woman as he said, ‘A heretical woman in the dark sewers? Another one who deserves death.’ The man without the suit began lifting the bladed tentacles and threw them at the woman however the woman moved away and submerged in the darkness again as the bladed tentacles missed his target. But without noticing the man without the suit noticed that the two men fled already. ‘Heretical filth and their cowardice…’ said the man without the suit. But what seemed to be a ‘cowardice’ to him was a surprise attack as selijuk attack from behind with his dagger, piercing through the wound again, The man without the suit twitched in agony and from the ceiling appeared the man with his blades as he twisted his body like tornado deflecting away the blade tentacles that were chaotically flying in the air as Aamir drew upon the blade which was adorned by Persia as the schimittar swifted through the obstacles as the schimittar reached near the neck but as soon as the schmittar touched the neck the man without the suit pushed all bladed tentacle towards the schmittar which shifted the schmittar away as aamir grunted in annoyance and landed on the ground. Selijuk huffed as Aamir puffed in exhaustion. With the slashes on the skin being more apparent, selijuk drew his shotgun pistol again towards the wound but the man without the suit chaotically cloaked his skin with bladed tentacles as armour. Selijuk grunted yet he still wondered why that woman came and ran away from that scene. He wondered, why the machine like screeching stopped when she came. The man without the suit proudly said, ‘You’ve reached your limits heretical filth. Let it be known that you who have defied the boundaries are now languishing as you are subdued by your limits. Here is the battle you have desired foo…’ As the man without the suit attempted to finalise his speech, Selijuk dashed forward with numerous kunai surrounding him as they were launched by aamir from behind. Rushing through and as he rushed through his punched the wound again. The man without the winced in pain yet the wincing in the pain continued as the man without the suit was stabbed in multiple areas of his body as his blades tentacles were already out of control. The man without the suit fell. He was indeed fallen alongside his pride and it was Aamir stood up again. Barely but still he got up as he approached the man without the suit with his sword as he said, ‘Oh supposed follower of shaykh. You are the fool who has moved away from his domain. Not me. And let it be know I’m the follower of the shaykh!’ Selijuk didn’t understand what was going on. Did Aamir have an allegiance to someone else. The man without the suit was grunting but he was still in defiance as he refused to give an indication of surrendering in front of Aamir and as Selijuk gazed upon two zealous people claiming to follow this shaykh but this union of followers was disrupted by a shady figure with a silham across the other side of the sewer who said calmly, ‘Indeed the plan has failed, but there are alternatives is there not’ to which the sound of switch came on from this figure and out came a bright light from the body of the man without the suit and out came light and after came the sound. A sound of an explosion.”