CHAPTER 13 — It's not wise to engage

The capital is situated on barren land. Betides, after the sandy desert that Azin had passed just now. It was an unoccupied land, there are very few people resides inside it. Seems to be the staff of that massive architecture, and his eyes were pursuing it in front of him.

Capital is a judicatory place much like a law cabinet or final order and no one have the guts to oppose their sentence. Because, if they do they have to pay bitter consequences for such a deed.

The place is occupied by meagre trees of date and palm. It had residence but very low, 15 or so houses substantial. As if, it can easily harbor 7—8 persons without a sweat. That is surprising and most of all the survival is a biggest question as the land is barren so there's no agricultural crops or farms. The biggest question comes to mind is how this people can survive and how many people in total are working or living in this land?

For Azin, he haven't been came in capital before. It was first time he got summoned by it. So, he was a bit nervous. He heard countless fantasies about it like how strict it is, you can't misbehave here and blah—blah—blah. He is puffing besides a small faint blue house. It looks more like a scrapyard rather than being a residential house. One storey quite trivial collate to other houses.

It was six towered structure, all are 30 feet in height. But the one in center is almost 60 it had  a big roman clock engraved inside a sepia cupola, follows a triangular red roof. At the peak of it a white horse dangles with smooth zephyr.

From central tower, two on right and three on left. First right is flat roofed, second had a gable one. On the left two gables, standing adjacent to a flat roofed tower that is in middle between the two.

Whole structure is in plain white, gable roofs vermilion painted, square ones in Indigo.

"So this is how capital looks, have to admit" He bashes to observe structural beauty of frontal capital. "It's stupendous" Admiring it in commending smile. Face trots skyward. Gaze affix to the dangling horse. Slender hands rested on the waist.

Lanky man dusted the cigarette on the ground, veil smile looks like he did mocking the seven telling what the hell they can do? But the guy is totally unaware of whom the hell he was playing with. Those guys were destructive flames in the name of sangfroid.

"Tell me are you thinking to onslaught us? "  His voice is cold. After dusting, affix it(cigarette) again inside the mouth and start puffing releasing black tar clouds by lips.

"Not thinking, we will onslaught you." Benumb eyes lurking at them, Trent's hands intervenes beneath the thorax.

"Too much of a confidence, eh!" Blabbered the huge belly boy, he fished out a butcher knife from the sheath that is hanging on his belly. Lanky man too draws out his knife from his pocket, his knife is smaller than his partner but looks more sharper than it.

"Get ready to die" Lanky guy leaps off from the horse, walks in towards the confidential macho man who yet have crossed hands beneath his chest. But Trent won't move he stands still.

The lanky man immediately raise up his knife, thrashing it down aiming for his shoulder. To his surprise the knife won't move further it did stop in between about six inches away from the target. He endeavors hard to pierce it inside his shoulder but in vain. It's like his hand is blocked by a tremendous force. Which he can't able to outbreak.

"What? " He is furious as Gavin had clasped it and won't ready to leave that hand. Though he is angry but can't do anything. Gavin's fierce grip is onerous to gratis.

Watching this fat man can't help, he is not a kind off comrade who stay quite when some lowly fellows might be interfering and posing troubles to his pal, so he straight away vacate the steed.

He trudge onwards, brows furrowed his hands clenched in anger and eyes were like Lucifer's last stare. "I had enough of you. You think you can beat us" Turning the hands around his edgy knife. Gloating straight into their eyes, he did thought they will feared, will immediately falls down to his feet and cry over for mercy.

However, the strange thing is they are blazing blatantly. That, put him in surprise. But he won't hesitate or feel tense by it he tread little bit more closer to them and flays a punch right on his face.

Others get diverted to the scene. The guy on whom he thrashed a punch on, is none other than their beloved brown jacket pal. Yeah! You guys are right it's Jason. He is a fatty-tatty but his hand literally hit hard. He swooshes up the hand from his phizog, drifted back in it's original position.

Their big eyes scrutinize at him they still can't believe what had just happened. A random guy punched Jason in front of all. His nose is bleeding. Trent he can't stop his laughter he find this act 10 times more humorous, even comical acts of Lev that make his belly roll won't come close to this one.

He is chortling, index finger specifically laid on him. Other hand is holding his belly. This surely irritates him. Jason's red eyes blazed at fatso.

 Fatso's gut feeling is screaming, persuades something bad is about to happen. He is shivering though won't allow fear to expose, he somehow hush to keep his face in anguish.

"You." The face grieved down, drops of blood tumbles on the ground.  In a brisk, he wring the blades, raise them up and crosses their spiny middle. "Moon blade" The two blades whistles, with it, blue crescent moon curvature assail.

Fatso keep watching wondering how the hell he created a blue moony attack from the thin air just by dangling the two swords. "Who are you—"

Can't able to complete, the feral strike of moon blade swayed him away. He directly splashed on the wooden tunnel died instantly. His girth is wide open, enough to antedate he died long before being thrashed on the cave. The moment Jason's attack struck he died because of the wound it implicates.

'The way he died, it accords a strong indication of his power. Previously, moon blade haven't killed anyone. Though it injured many but never kill. However, this time' Gavin yet have his hand clasped on that lanky guy, his eyes were scrutinizing the dead body, Currently fell down from the wooden stony top of the cave. 'It favorizes only two possibilities, either Jason got stronger or these guys are ordinary people who lacks the magical prowess'

Jason slips his blades, inside those scabbards. Lanky man now seem to be bothered as what he just saw is a pure glimpse of terror. This guys weren't ordinary they are strange people with tremendous powers. They can create moon blast just from thin air. Fatso had seen it first time but lanky man had witnessed this powers before. Hence he is in no mood to brawl, cause he knows if he did he also end up like that fat chump of his.

'Judging by the casualty I just witnessed. It's not wise to brawl alone, I must have to call others' He gave a small eye stare to Gavin whose focus is yet immersed in the fallen fat fellow. 'Near prospect for bait' V shaped loop of fingers proceeds inside the mouth. Before any one could notice he suddenly blows a whistle through his lips.

"Crap, preclude that whistle. Before it gets tardy"  Growled Trent. He immediately ceases his mouth to block the sound of his whistle. Gavin too joins him they both ceases his mouth and further whistles. But former sounds were enough to alert the crew of the inside. As they can see more goons rushing out from the cave, surprisingly they are not on horse. They all were on their feet. Have different daggers some even have swords also rifles. Fair saying situation precisely got escalated.

"Hey! Leave him off or rather will shoot you all"  Voice is soft though commanding. The guy who spoke is a leader of them he has a silver eyepatch tied at his left eye. Faux hawk crew cut hair, light beard and dark moustache on face. He wore blue Taffeta breeches down the brown tunics. Feet covered under Black cap leather shoes.

"He is the one, Beretta" Tram guy whines in a strong emotion "The man who forge the depredation in the city.  He kidnapped and raped many women. Killing thousands of innocent people of Trams  to suppress those who have stoned their heart to stand against him" This much and his eyes already wet, he is sniveling. Face grew red in anguish.

"Rape" Murmured the lady,  black shawl privilege her body from the outer atmosphere. Unfurled hands latched in cast—iron fists. She dishabille her shawl, her blue bra and clear waist is now exposed. Pumped cleavage of her natural full grown breast is patently visible. "How can you do that to a woman, a strange woman. Being man won't mean you can do what you please." Her teeth clenched. "No one have the right to rob the honor of a woman" Devastated voice, heart of her almost screeched. Eyes in grimace, keep observing to the syndicate of goons. The astonished eyes fixed to the cleavage of her breasts, they have no concerns about her anger not even worry. All they were seeking is another victim whom they can enjoy as a one night stand.