50. Derecho.

                                    

                                          
~ DON'T BLAME ME ~
Don't blame me, 
love made me crazy.
If it doesn't, you ain't doing it right. 
Revenge was the fever in his blood, cured only by quenching the ablaze soul with the blood of other. Adrenaline filled his veins as he jumped into the arena with hardly any second thoughts. 
They had to finish the game before Vasuki informed his army to march. Which gave him very less time, ten to fifteen minutes to be exact, to kill the hundred men, Takshak, Vishakha and get back. 
The Gandiv was placed securely on Arjun's mighty shoulder as he pulled out a sword. The sword slithered out of it scabbard with a low hiss, and a cold smirk came on Arjun's face. He tightened his fingers around the sword, testing his grip. They will die with the very same weapon that they possessed while seeking the life of his beloved. 
His eyes locked with Madhav's for the last time as they communicated through their eyes. Arjun raised his eyebrow- Fifty yours. Fifty mine. I go for Takshak and Vishakha. 
Krishna let out a soft chuckle before cracking his knuckles and pulling out his sword as both of them walked into opposite directions and disappeared into the brume, their well built stillhoutes lingering on the canvas of haar before it dimmed into nothingness and all that was left behind was the thick, misty fog. 
Soon enough, commotion started. A buzz in the people that got louder as time passed. Arjun clicked his tongue, it was a pity that an army of trained warriors was shaking like a leaf in the fog while the Naga Princess was too lazy to even care about anything as long as she had her groom on the stage. 
Wasting no time, Arjun jumped into action. His muscles were pulled tight as a coil. He had nothing but ice in his veins that sang for revenge of his beloved, blood in his eyes that seeked to witness death of those imbeciles and hatred in his heart yearning for nothing but death. 
The temperature around him suddenly dropped and an animalistic urge fanned the embers of fury. Those bastards dare hurt his wife. 
Arjun's sword silently cut through the air it muffled the yell of a Naga as Arjun cut right through his vocal cords. The bloodied sword was swiftly pulled back by him as he proceeded towards his next target. The thud of the half dead body falling to the ground was barely senesed by the other soldiers as their heartbeat thudded in their ears. 
They saw one can feel death approach them 
And for them, it wasn't Yamraj riding on his buffallow, instead it was a madman, avenging his love. Barely any words escaped their lips as they watched their companion fall to the ground. The face of man was unseen in the mist, but for sure he was not one of them. 
No. None of such radiance and skill could be a mere soldier. 
Their blood froze. 
King Arjun. 
The soldiers' grip on their weapons loosened as the fog cleared and before them stood the Predator. Fury marred his face and he marched towards them. The leftover emotions decipacated from his face and there was the definition of vengeance. 
If death had a face, it would be like Arjun's at that moment. The soldiers held his gaze for a split of second before a battle cry erupted causing the hell to break lose. 
Arjun's hand gripped the sword tightly as he dove into the stream of soldiers. His hand moving in swift strokes, clipping men of their limbs and head. Blood splashed onto his face but gave a little thought to that. A sphere of darkness sprang from him and eloped the soldiers in his vice. His hand rotating with great expertise.