Blurred Edge

[Kael in water :: 937AD]
As the river pulled him deeper, Kael screamed silently, the sound swallowed by the cold waters. he could hear some noices;

“Enjoy your little magic act while you can, Wukong,” Kevin muttered. "I'm taking the stage next time.", noice that he never heard.

-- { He could hear the creak that echoed quietly, he felt like he was laying down on the ground, and the sounds made him alert, he felt strange, the atmosphere, the area, moreover he actually fell into the water, but it seems like he was laying on the ground, his sense alerting him about the people approaching him, creak echoed quietly while they were moving, the sound made it clear for him.

Mruga once holding the vision of kael, known the details of his ancestor who was holding the curse of umbra. He haven't seen the whole life of his ancestor, his vision of Kael was broken by the sounds created in the present.

Mruga slightly gained his conscious, his feel of drowning in water changed, he could feel the present atmospear where he actually belongs. He could feel the cold atmospear in the room, his back was towards the floor, making it clear for him, that he was leying on the floor. } --

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The coldness of the room numbed Mruga's senses as he woke, making it clear that he is no longer in the ancestry memory. His breathing was shallow and his limbs felt heavy, but he was awakened by the sharp sound of footsteps and the voices around him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw armed people approaching him. Their faces were hidden under tactical visors, but their outfits had emblems that identified them as hostile. Reaching out, the first agent took Mruga by the arm.

Vance’s voice came through comms, “what's the state of the target, Found him?”

“Target acquired,” the agent muttered into his comms.

Mruga could sense the danger. He pushed himself off the bed and wrenched his arm free with a sudden surge. His eyes blurred, he stumbled backward towards a wall as the sudden change of direction caught the agents off guard.

Two agents moved at him when another agent yelled.“Hold him down!”

Mruga's hands surged out and slammed down on the agent's shoulder. With a sharp twist, the sickening crunch of bone echoed through the room. Mruga threw the agent forward, breaking the man's nose with a bang of his forehead into his face. As the agent collapsed to the ground, blood splattered.

The second agent charged at Mruga, but he anticipated the move. He pivoted upon one of his feet and brutally smashed his elbow into the agent's throat. The agent tied down, clutching at his crushed throat, before Mruga kicked him in the side of the head with such a force that it shattered his bones and sent him sprawling on the ground, dead.

The small knife on a next table, a memento of his ancestor Kael, caught Mruga's attention. The edge of the blade, sharpened to kill flawlessly; sparkled dimly in the dark light. He wanted to grab it.

An agent moved closer to take Mruga down, but Mruga rolled across the floor and grabbed the knife as he ducked beneath the agent's attack. He turned just in time to block a downward strike from a baton, the blade catching the weapon, blocking the agents move. With a guttural shout, Mruga pushed the agent back, and sparks blazed as steel hit steel.

Mruga was surrounded by agents who were unaware of what they were about to encounter. He moved like a hurricane; a blur of fury and precision; with the ancient knife of his ancestor Kael gleaming in his hand. At that moment, he didn’t feel like Mruga. It felt as if his mind and body were adopting the skills of his ancestor; Kael, and his movements were no longer his own.

Mruga sidestepped easily as the first agent rushed at him, his blade slicing across the man's throat in one smooth move. The agent gripped his neck when the blood sprayed from his neck as the blade sliced through him.

Two more charged in together, hoping to take out him. The knife sliced through flesh and muscle like butter as Mruga got low and turned opening one agent's knee with a savage horizontal slash. The second agent paused for a moment, long enough for Mruga to jump up and thrust the knife beneath his chin, the blade crunching sickeningly through the skull.

An agent tried to shoot from a distance, but Mruga suddely rolled down and grabbed the nearest body as a shield. As the bullets hit the dead body, Mruga threw it at the gunman, causing him to collapse. Mruga closed the distance and kicked the fallen man viciously in the face, causing a bone shatter that echoed throughout the room. He then delivered a string of vicious stabs to the man's chest, each one accurate and relentless, the blade piercing deep before being pulled.

The other agents paused for a while a started to move together at a time. One tried to seize him from behind, but Mruga broke the man's nose by slamming the knife's hilt into his face. and then suddenly Mruga turned, stabbed the blade into the man's stomach, and grabbled it inside, causing the intestines and blood to spill onto the ground.

Mruga drove the knife into the side of his neck, cruelly twisting it before pulling it free when another agent attempted to tackle him. As the agent fell, huge streams of blood spurted.

The violence grew more intense. Mruga grabbed a broken piece of furniture, using it as a blunt weapon to smash another attacker. Blood spurted from the man's broken forehead as his head snatched back. Mruga immediately put an end to him by thrusting a knife into his heart.

Mruga jumped into the air as the last group of agents approached, kicking one of them so viciously that his body crashed into a wall. Before the man could recover, Mruga was on him, driving the blade into his chest over and over, each strike brutal and efficient.

The last agent, trembling, tried to flee, but Mruga threw the knife. When the blade struck the back of the man's skull, he fell, blood flowing rapidly onto the ground.

A slow clap echoed.

"Well, well," Kevin said in a mockingly voice with a smirk."You have a talent for the cinemas, as a stunt man. kid; I must say. Ten of my guys, gone like that.” He snapped his fingers for attention.

Mruga turned toward him, gripping the knife tightly.

Kevin chuckled, his tone dripping with humility. “Bravo. Really. But all this violence? Isn't that a little too much? Did you really need to reveal so much, after all?" He smirked and pointed to the closest body. “It’s like you’re auditioning for a slasher film.”

Mruga remained silent and focused Kevin with his gaze, much like a predator analysing its victim.

Kevin theatrically spread his arms. "Well, what's the plan now? Take me down as well? killing me down? buddy, actully... I'm not like them."

With a sudden burst of speed, Kevin closed the distance, throwing an extremely quick punch that Mruga barely dodged.

Kevin wasted no time. Quickly closing the distance, he threw a strong right hook that was intended for Mruga's jaw. Mruga dodged the punch, which barely touched his cheek, and countered with a low slash with his knife at Kevin's stomach. Kevin swung around, narrowly evading the blade, and hit Mruga in the ribs with a knee blow in return so that Mruga couldn't dodge it.

Mruga stumbled backwards as the force of the impact pushed breath out of his lungs. Kevin took the initiative and gave Mruga a sharp jab in his forehead, causing him to lose his balance under the impact. Kevin smirked and cracked his knuckles, saying, "You're fast, but not fast enough."

Mruga gripped the old knife tighter as he wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. Without saying a word, he charged forward, aiming as precisely as a predator at Kevin's throat. Kevin caught Mruga’s wrist mid-strike, the blade stopping inches from his neck.

Kevin teasingly twisted Mruga's arm and said, "Nice try...But Mruga didn’t give up; using his free hand, he delivered a sharp elbow strike to Kevin’s ribs, making him grunt and loosen the hold on him. Mruga grabbed the opportunity, twisted free, and slashed upward, leaving a thin, bloody line where the knife touched Kevin's cheek.

Kevin's smirk reappeared as he touched the wound. "At last! An fight worth my time."

The two clashed again, the room echoing with the sound of grunts, cracking sound of floor and shuffling boots, . Mruga fought with a raw, wild ferocity. Kevin, on the other hand, moved with carefully, accurately attacking him with brutal strength.

Mruga dodged Kevin's massive strikes and returned furiously with a flurry of moves with his knives at Kevin's abdomen. Most of them were avoided by Kevin, but one hit him, the blade digging into his side. With a growl of agony, Kevin grabbed Mruga's wrist and gave it an extreme twist. Mruga was already on the move as the knife clattered to the floor.

He delivered a spinning kick to Kevin’s thigh, causing him to fall over slightly. In response, Kevin threw an aggressive uppercut, sending Mruga falling to the ground as his fist struck his jaw.

Kevin smirked as he towered over him. “Stay down, kid. You’ve done enough damage for one day.”

Mruga wasn't finished, though. He quickly snatched up the dropped knife and sliced at Kevin's leg, piercing his calf deeply. As blood spilt from the wound, Kevin staggered back and grunted in pain.

Kevin locked his gaze onto Mruga. Kevin's lips curled into a smirk.

“You’re tougher than you look,” Kevin admitted, his voice with both admiration and annoyance. “But this ends now.”

Kevin's hand moved silently towards his pocket, touching the metal syringe hidden there. He positioned himself for the final blow, with the precise movements and stance.

Mruga surged forward, keeping concentrating on Kevin's position. He aimed a serious blow towards Kevin's chest, his knife gleaming in the low light. Kevin's damaged leg was hardly slowing him down as he sidestepped at the last second.

Mruga was caught off guard when Kevin's hand suddenly surged forward. Before Mruga could react, the syringe slid into the side of his neck, the cold metal piercing his skin as Kevin squeezed the plunger.

Mruga's body responded strongly to the injection, causing him to stagger backward and lose his knife. His eyesight became hazy, the room's boundaries warping into a whirling mist. His limbs became heavy and sluggish, and his breathing became shallow.

"What...?" Mruga's voice was hardly audible as he rasped. The world whirled around him, and his knees gave way, lossing his balance.

Kevin smirked self-satisfiedly at Mruga. “Don’t take it personally. You put up a good fight, better than most, actually. However, I don't fight fair."

Mruga's eyesight darkened and his body stumbled. He was in a desperate moment when he noticed his backpack in the room's corner. The two metallic balls peeking from its unzipped pocket, Mruga smirked looking at them.

Mruga forced the metallic ball into his mouth, swallowing it in one difficult gulp, No one noticed the strange act.

Mruga completely collapsed, lost his consciousness.

With a wave of his hand, Kevin signaled the agents to lock him down.

// To Be Continued.....