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The Learning

He dug the sword into the ground to balance his body. He knew he was going to die if he did not stop but yet he smiled as he was enjoying this fight.

Blood oozed from cuts on his hands, his face soaked in blood and his eyes were hazy because of the blood. The armour protecting his chest was cut right through and his chest was cut across. Blood was oozing from that too.

He dropped the shield from his left hand. The shield was battered and slowing him down. He ripped his chest armour and found his strength to fight. The armour was slowing him down.

He picked his sword and ran towards his opponent and attacked like a trained fighter but his opponent was not human and the raw power generated by a mere defensive blow was enough to throw him away 25 feet.

He stood up again and taunted, “Is that all you got?”

He was challenging his teacher; “Show me your full strength” was his challenge.

They ran towards each other and he summoned his last ounce of strength and he needed it all of it.

He knew his teacher could kill him but yet he had a grin slapped on his face.

His teacher was Kali.

  1. January 4, 2013 at 1:51 am

    Excuse my ignorance Sriram, but I could not understand the story..or the last sentence, I would say 😦

    • January 4, 2013 at 5:27 am

      Its a story of a guy whose teacher is Kali and this is his final test. Its linked to another story I am writing.

  2. Dagny
    June 3, 2013 at 4:46 pm

    You like your challenges, don’t you?

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