"AND SHOOT!" the commander roared, and the line of warriors released their arrows, the swarm of death smashing into targets and ripping them into pieces. The warriors had no time to savor the feeling of destruction before the commander howled once more, the whole squadron knocking their arrows as a unit, before shooting on command.
This was the training area, the place where new fighters were drilled in the art of death, where the best of the best proved themselves worthy of being true warriors. It was also the place the Mongol Empire was currently receiving his weekly "spiritual advice session" while running full speed around the track, a panting monk running behind him.
"Sir, I think, I think it'd be best, it'd be best if we STOP!" Tshering panted, watching Munkhbat speed up and the sand between them grow ever longer. "I can't run- I can't run that well!
"WHAT?! I CAN'T HEAR YOU! SPEAK UP!" Munkhbat shouted behind him, feeling a grit of satisfaction blossom as he heard his new ball and chain wheeze behind him. His Khan thought he could stick a monk onto his back to tell him his every move? HA! That Khan is so stupid, he cackled inwardly, if he thinks I wouldn't come up with the genius plan to use the fact that Tshering can't run for shit to get away from that Khan's diabolical plot! All I have to do, he reasoned, is wait for Tsering to drop dead from exhaustion and escape!
"I THINK MY HEART IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE!" Tshering screamed, tripping over his robes and running after Munkhbat with his arms outstretched, like he was trying to reach out and grab the warrior, who was running faster around the circular tack with the steady pace of a well built horse. Why is that mongol so freaking FAST, he screamed inwardly, his heart burning and every muscle he had in his legs feeling like it had been set on fire, thrown off a cliff, and chopped into a million pieces by a fisherman. "Once I'm out of this hell hole of a track", he muttered to himself darkly, "Imma destroy that-"
"SORRY TSHERING, I WAS UNAWARE YOU COULDN'T RUN LIKE A MAN!" Munkhbat howled back before snickering even farther away from the exhausted monk.
"Never mind," he growled with bitter resolve in his eyes, "I'm going to kill him right now." He grabbed his sandals mid-run and chucked them as far away as he could, hitting a poor servant in the face with a thud. He then ripped off his robes that were strangling his feet, leaving a pair of pants and little else on the monk. He chucked the robes away as well, making them fly into the face of another servant with a loud smacking sound. Tshering, now only in pants and snarling like a demon out of hell, bolted down the track, coming closer and closer to Mongolia's unsuspecting form. Said mongol casually glanced behind him to see how badly the monk was fairing only to gape in astonishment at the sight of a only-pants-wearing very angry Tshering running towards him with an expression of murder.
"HOLY FUCK!" The mongol dashed away, running so fast he could hardly feel his feet digging into the ground, mind full of a fear like emotion for the first time in decades after seeing the expression of death behind him. He glanced around once more, hoping to see Tshering fallen over in the dirt somewhere, only to meet the face of the devil a couple feet away from him, slowly gaining traction and coming ever closer. Munkhbat bolted once more down the track, running so fast he didn't even know where he was, where the ground was, only knowing that he had to run as far as he can. Against his will, he snuck another look behind him, before seeing the monk a hand's breadth away from him, a calculating look in is hate filled eyes. Oh no, he realized, he's going to jump.
And jump he did, pouncing on Munkhbat like a tiger, crashing into him and smashing the mongol in the floor with a solid thud. The monk kept his fingers on the Mongol Empire's pressure points, digging into them until the warrior hissed in pain, trying to get off his stomach and back on his feet, before Tshering slammed his head into the sand,
"WHAT DID WE LEARN FROM OUR SESSION TODAY?! Tshering roared, digging deeper into Munkhbat's pressure points.
"ARGH! OW JESUS CHRIST THAT HURTS!"
"WHAT DID WE LEARN?!"
"NOT TO FUCK WITH YOU?!"
"TRY AGAIN!"
"OW! THERE IS NO GOD?!"
"CLOSE ENOUGH!" Tshering snarled, letting go off the Mongol Empire who immediately whipped around and gripped his pressure point areas like they would fall apart without him . While the the strongest empire the world has ever seen screamed in pain in the dirt, Tshering walked back into the palace, still only wearing pants, with a triumphant grin on his face. That'll teach him to mess with me.