In the swamp of El Dorado the throne has fully emerged, but it demands blood.
Rajndra Nagar has been a territory that no one can snatch from 80517; it was most fascinating in a way. It has a street network so capable that it connected every part of Satna, and here two men just walked out. Dark was grinning as, after the very long wait, he had tasted blood, his body was shaking, and he was not caring. Blue lighter was laughing; he left Whinsmoker to look out for the remaining settlement. When he came to Rajendra Nagar, his hands were swaying like he was playing; he would have started singing if he hadn't seen Espada sanguinaria hanging on the side of Dark's hip. He saw them first; he took a breath that reminded him of all his memories related to it, and then he shouted, "Why are these bitches out of that shady apartment?" "Are you stupid to kill." Blue lighter raises an eyebrow at Dark's reply and smacks him on the face. "Your damn hands are enough. Remember what we were doing before you got these from the old man," and with this they both burst into laughter; no one triggered it; it was there waiting for the perfect time in years to come out.
While in Rajendra Nagar, a reunion was happening. Bharut Nagar was in a different environment; Victor with his cobras was dominating well-planned streets of Bharut Nagar. There, style was not bombing; they didn't like using hands much in crowd fights. They used armory and bombs, which were their specialty. They threw bombs in the front lines of Ironfists like they were making hell on Earth, with fire, smoke, and the heavy settling smell of gunpowder engulfing the street. When Victor came out of it dancing, his hands were moving; he didn't care. It was a gang war; he was wearing a black tracksuit with sneakers, while his hands were bare and headphones on. He faced a unit of Ironfists. He started hopping on his toes; his feet weren't touching the ground, and he came to boxing orthodox stance, still hoping in a dash he could cover the distance and get a hook knockout. "Давайте начнём танец!" he shouted, and then he started knocking the unit out while listening to the music and relying solely on his reflexes and battle IQ. He was calculating mid-dash; the next attack, he was scanning the war with no inaccuracy. He was not brutal; he was raging. He was just fighting while feeling no emotion; he was apathetic.
While the city was in chaos of gang war, the man who started it was sitting in an outskirt graveyard, kneeling before a gravestone that had the name painted in black and had only one codename written, 'Vasuki. 'Viper didn't say anything; he was with the person alone, connecting. A student connecting to a mentor is valuable more than life, a boy connecting with his big brother. Somehow in himself he made a vow that he himself doesn't fully know about.
And from Pateri, King was moving forward; the black leather jacket with 80517 stitched across the back hung over his shoulder, both hands in pockets, walking, marching towards his arch nemesis Viper, and with him were his two loyal vice admirals, Gun and Goe. Goe probably didn't know about the Gangwar, yet he was sleeping after a huge hangover, and King had to slap him to make him awake.
And on the balcony, Vijay finished his tea once more and sighed, "Havah Naghila."