My other hand dragged the man along. His body struggled to be freed, to breathe, but I didn’t stop, deepening my fingers into the side of his neck to pull his nerves out.
He died, earning a soft chuckle from me.
Suddenly, a soldier cut through my arm, and I lifted my gaze to look at him.
Amazing!
His eyes widened.
The water dripped down my face and ears as I shook my head slowly.
“Bas ye nahi karna tha,”(You shouldn’t have done this.) I muttered, shifting the sword from my left to my right hand, and confused him by lifting it high in the air, but swirled it around his chest, slicing him in two.
His intestines pooled out, blood dissolving into the water, and I might have noticed his crap.
It disgusted me, so I moved to the other ones.
The ship was sinking, death awaited, but I kept killing them one after the other. They could live only over my dead body.
I got cut as well. But when you have the right intention, even the devil kneels before you.
And they had to.
The death lord must wait!
After killing those fifty men, I marched closer to the cannon, attacking my people, and noticed a seven-foot-tall man with hip-length hair and deep red eyes.
“What the hell do you eat?” I gritted my teeth angrily as he laughed, looking at me.
I bit my lip and tasted the blood. Some dripped down my forehead as well.
“Who are you?” I asked, and he did something that pissed me off beyond measure.
He aimed the cannon directly at me.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
His face fell looking at me, and I laughed even louder.
He gritted his teeth, and I rubbed my mouth with my cuff.
“Who are you?” he asked, his eyes showing a tint of fear now.
“Just a soldier,”
He gritted his teeth.
“Who is the fucking king?” he roared in a loud, rattling voice, and I took a step ahead, dragging my sword along. It screeched along the ship’s wet wooden floor.
“Humaare raja tum jaisoan ko muh nahi lagaate,”(Our king doesn’t spare even a glance at the likes of you.) I stated.
He inhaled deeply and walked behind the cannon.
Growling, I sprinted ahead. Jumping over and climbing lightly onto the cannon, I grabbed and pushed him beneath me.
I landed a solid punch to his face, yet he found it amusing.
My rage exploded, and I hit him again, right in the face. Another burst of laughter from him fueled my anger; I hit him harder. The boat tossed and turned, buffeted by the turbulent waves created by the cannonades.
