Veera stood before the statue of deity of the mountain with fire in his hands. Murug stood behind him and Valli next to Murug. The boats were ready for the sail. The river was calm and the wind was if favour for the sail. The prayers were done, foods were loaded, and warriors were ready for the fight. The troop was small, hundred to fight and twenty to help; one leader of troop – Veera and one Lord of the war – Murug.
Veera was strong, a fierce mighty warrior, a blind devotee of Murug. He asks no question to the orders of His lord. He protected Murug just like His spear.
The boats started to sail. Valli walked till the boats and to bid come as soon as possible back to Murug and troop. The lord of the war nodded to finish the war soon. Veera carried a heavy sword in his hip, a small heavy saber tied to his calf. Warriors on board carried spears and swords, few carried bow and arrows made up of bamboo with sharp metal tip. The arrows were typically longer than the usual skilfully straightened and attached with the metal tips.
They know the direction to sail and the sail was peaceful so far. Enemies came from the north and the escaped in that direction. Murug knows that the journey is not far than few hours. With the feature of the men he killed he know he belong to plain land where they climb mountains on legs but with horses. The rope marks on his hand showed he was a skilful horse rider and with the aim and speed of the arrow that he shot towards Him he should be a trained archer. With the wardrobe and shoes he should be from an organised army. Murug reckoned the dead soldier. Murug also knows if all were like that dead man then only ten men can equal one man of His troop.
River narrowed down at a place after few hours of sail. Veera turned back and looked at his lord as the wind slowed down and the water level lowered. Murug nodded in agreement. No words exchanged. They both know each other well by heart. Veera raised his sword and called for halt. Boats were shored and tied. It was twilight. Food was prepared. Veera jumped in the river when the tent was prepared and fire was ready for cooking. Veera came back with a heavy big fish.
The troop was fed well and comforted to sleep but mentally prepared for fierce fight coming to them. Twelve men guarded the troop hiding away from the troop. Veera lead the twelve men. It darkened and the sky lit with millions of stars and one fanning moon.
It was just before midnight; Veera could hear hissings of men and crackling of swords. Veera whistled to alert the warriors guarding. Everyone was ready for kill. A small group of twenty came slowly without any noise towards their tent. They didn’t see the Veera hiding, they walked passing him. And when they started running towards the tent Veera came out from his hiding freeing his sword from the scabbard shouted kill. The soldiers who were running stopped and turned back to see a might figure standing firm with his sword. Ten of them stopped and challenged Veera and the other ten ran towards the tent.
The swords rattled none of the ten expected the speed of Veera’s sword. He was wielded his sword like a mad animal any weapon that touched his sword flew in the sky. One man cradled from his back with his sword and by mistake a glint of the sword from the light of the moon alerted Veera.
Veera turned back and kicked the crawler in his torso. He flew in the air and landed few yards away and didn’t come back to life.
Eight were dead. One ran towards the tent where gigantic Murug was standing out with this spear in his hand. Veera tore the ninth apart and saw the tenth running towards might Murug. Few yards before he could reach Murug he fell down screaming in pain. Veera walked to the man on the ground below Murug’s feet and plucked his sabare from his back. He saw him only half dead, Veera walked over his throat crushing his neck to death.
Two of the soldiers were captured alive. One was sent back with a message to their king to prepare for war and the other was kept with them to show them the war field.
Murug patted Veera on his chest and held him by his shoulders.
Veera shouted Victory to the Lord of the war.
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